Prey for the Beast
It began as a simple "hello",
or so it seemed
but what I tell you is true
though you may not believe,
there was no mistaking
her panther stalk gaze
which ignited and tortured
and set me ablaze
flames leapt from her touch
though she would not speak
but invited me closer
to possess a peek
she challenged to satisfy
insatiable hunger
of her soul and passion
which so wildly wandered
my breath quickened
threatening to explode
ascended and climaxed
by one so daring, so bold
juicy lustfully lips
tenderly parted
as playful tongue
lingered and darted
in preparation for
an upcoming feast;
I lay helpless before her...
prey for the beast
© Ocean.10-96
Taming the Thunder
You have it in you,
the thunder.
I hear it.
I sense it.
And although I understand
why it's there,
truly,
I do understand,
still,
I wish that there was some way
that I could tame it,
or,
at the very least,
calm it.
Somehow.
But,
who am I
to take away your thunder.
© Ocean 2010
Tasting you
I think about tasting you.
Wonder what it would be like.
How unique.
How pleasant.
How deliriously addicting.
And,
I suppose
though
I may never know.
But in my mind,
I have tasted you
many times.
And each time
you become
even more delicious
than before.
© Ocean 2010
True Love
My little one.
Will you ever know
how much I truly love you.
I watch as you sleep,
lost in your peaceful world,
and gaze upon your precious
tiny nose and delicate mouth
and as I lovingly stroke your leg,
and you twitch,
mon petite,
and I wonder
of what it is you are dreaming
knowing that you shall never share
Fondly I recall,
my precious pet,
our years together
grateful for having you
in my life.
Can you believe
it has been so many years
since I first brought you
into my home,
that day that you squatted
and peed on the rug
But when that smile spread
upon your irresistible face
as your butt wiggled
because your tail was wagging so hard
you'd already, even then,
completely and totally
won my heart
© Ocean 11.96
When The Saints
Oh how Mama used to love to sing
and though she didn't sing well
she could sure sing loud
and her favorite song of all
"When the saints go marching in..."
she'd sing over and over while flaunting a grin
that can only come when a song
blossoms straight from the heart
and when the tune would be over
with a loud "..one more time!"
once again, she would start.
and when, as they inevitably do,
her hours grew thin,
and her hair, bones and flesh too
with eyelids too weak to barely peek
and no longer the strength did she hold
for words to speak,
I'd lovingly touch her face and cheek
as she lay crumpled in bed
and once in awhile, a tiny tear she would shed
as I'd wind up the gift that I'd given her,
a tiny music-box, on top of the lid
were angels dancing and playing in the band
all dressed in brilliant gold and red
and as the music would begin
slowly she'd smile and nod her head
to "...when the saints go marching in..."
then came the day
when her pain was so strong
yet so was her will
to cling and hang on
barely able to breath
unaware of life's constant song
I held her thin hand,
shuddering at her cold skin
and prayed to God
that what I was about to do
was not a sin
and with pressure choked throat I spoke:
"Mama, the saints are marching in...
and they want you to be in their number."
She summoned what strength was left from within
and said "They do? They want me?"
Are you sure? Can you see?"
"Yes Mama. They want you. It's true.
I tell you what I see. You can believe me."
"Then I must go," she said
and as her lips lifted and cracked
in one final glory filled smile
I held on tightly to her hand while
she began to mumble her song,
"Oh when the saints...
go marching in..."
and then...
she was gone.
© Ocean.12.97
forbidden fruit
for decades
effortlessly
I passed by
forbidden fruit
never once desiring
its succulent juice
never once
stopping to stare
and wonder what delight
it might share
never once
dreaming at night
imagining
its splendid delights
never once feeling
the thunder
of its hunger
until now
until you
© Ocean.2.98
We do what we must
I saw you walk in
With that know-it-all swagger
tossing looks round like daggers
checking everyone one out
down and up
up and down,
if you're lookin' for
the hottest piece in town;
then consider it found
and I see you cross the room
flipping over a wink
I know what you think
I know what you see
You want
you and me
To practice
propagatin'
the species
We do what we must,
must,
must
For lust
Ok, so what do you say,
You wanna to play?
I hope you put on
your game face today
babe
cause tonight's
gonna be
your judgement day
We do what we must,
must,
must
For lust
That's right,
I'm calling your bluff
I like it rough
and I won't stop
til I get
more than enough
so strap on your spurs
and get in the saddle
get ready for a ride
'cause I ain't gonna hide
what you're making me
feel
inside
We do what we must,
must,
must...
For lust.
m hmm.
That's right.
© Ocean 2010
