There is infatuation and obsession

And I am clearly obsessed with 

everything you do

when you wear your

Corsets with your wide hips

There is no relief for these burning eyes

when the image appears before me

of laced panels and sheer stockings

that go with your garters

and your hips that knock me

to my knees

I wish there were a cure to this obsession

this malady of erotica, for you are my Venus

and I would dare touch your devine

shape as your bend your legs before me

just to touch your thighs

and taste the essence of your beauty

When I die from your touch

I beg you to lay your lips upon mine

and let me touch your face so I 

can gaze upon it for eternity

and languish in the land 

of your corsets and wide hips

Shifting sun slides

Through your gap

Of learning...

...Once again

You've let it by...

Though you say

You've nothing left

To hide...

Up in the sky

The stagnant

Bowl of fruit's

Becoming mute,

Yet the Mistress

Of the Evening

Is abiding to 

Heavenly duties...

...She weaves you

In and out

Just like a string...

...No matter what

Tomorrow brings,

The heart that's 

Wrapped

In plastic,

Won't give

Until you cut along

The edges...

Shifting sun

Comes out again, 

And bows!...

...The moon will

Ask what he 

Allows

Before she enters

His dark room.

Stars, and wind,

And exclamations

Take you soon

Where there's no

Windows,

And you have to 

Work it out 

Under private duress...

Shifting sun slides...

Will you guess

What signs 

That you

Must glean 

At this midnight cross-

roads

That could lead

To tragedy or 

Fortune?...

 ©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

Danger was her name

passion was her game.

Her nights were like grand hotels

where the rooms

were always available

to the men she loved

and loved well.

Drips of passion awakening lust

moist mouths and pink tongues

fingers touching, bodies wet

entwined like twisted ropes

of lustful body parts and pieces

no beginning, no end, everlasting.

The greed, the thirst, the yearning

the price was never too much

gifts freely given for her beauty.

But the cost they would pay

unbeknownst to feckless men

was the loss of their lives

for when she was through

she smiled as she bit

with pearly white teeth

necks offered in fervor

carotid artery exposed.

Blood flowed on sheets

and once again

her rooms

were always available.

Marriage-

While framing nuptial bonding

wondered discovering Us!

And the clock ticked away....

Doubt-

Doubts of sin

when enter the train of thought

spin the windmill of imagination to blow them away...

Challenges-

Good fortune & bad fortune

take turns 

in the circle of life.

Destiny-

Change the direction of winds

adjust the sail

and reach your destiny.

Slice of life

From time to time

slice of life

is never luck but hard work.

Moment-

To cast your own shadows

Be sure to be 

In light.

Life & its Meanings:

To a Singer its a song

To a player its game

To a common-man its a challenge

To a dreamer its living a dream

And to Life- its a realization.

You are the tree

in my backyard

muscled arms

standing guard.

Leaves giving me flight

knotholes – a refuge

where I may alight

birds chirping deluge.

Minuscule cracks

safe harbor flow

roots reaching

deep into my soul.

Transcending strength

stable and true

standing through storms

the timber of you.

#Challenge #tree in backyard @strength of  timber

Somewhere, soft sheets shift

Into somber slumber

And take me through colorful 

Clouds of subconscious daydreams

That play in yellow grass

And green sky's with purple 

Crayon mountains and pink

Rivers carrying rainbow trout

Till the ringing noise of daybreak 

Bring me to the edge of heated sheets

Half covering thighs and the sleep crusted

Eyes that need water to be cleared 

And industrial strength coffee to keep them open and before the inevitable 

question is asked

"What the hell was that?"

Love has damaged me, and I don't know if I should blame myself, for believing in such a dusty social development, or society itself. Love is nothing more than a mirage, a chemical reaction in our brains, the very same that frighten us with phantom ghosts and drive us to tears with whispers of those who've passed on. It's evolution, a survival trait that has long grown rusty. I know these shadows, the magical trickster called Mother Nature, and yet, despite my knowledge and woes, I choose ignorance every time. 

music threading through

fibers of being

    lifting

        caressing

            releasing

immersing her in her own soul 

I would 

Love to be

The melody

Within her

Finger tips

Playing on 

A grand 

Piano

K.j.a. (c) 2017