only revelations

polished wood pews
sanctified niches overflowing with
cool, smooth, understanding saints
and unpolluted sunlight
spilling through colored glass
sensuous, reverent

no sermon, no litany, no wafers or wine
no doctrine, no commandments
no deacon chairs or confessional door
only revelations and authentification
silent, supreme, soaring

baby, i worship
at the edge of you
at your feet, gladly prostrate
waiting to be baptized again
in the river of life that flows through you

somewhere, sometime
an agreement was struck
that you would be for me
the shape of this moment exactly
in the curve of your breast
there is no debate or speculation
in the sweetness of your breath
there is only salvation

i choose to
break myself open
on the altar of you

small thoughts passing through

i watch kd sing and wonder
if i'm a good lover
compared to some long-term lesbian
but then decide
i'm only looking for a way to judge myself as less
and being a good lover
isn't all about a bag of tricks
(though i seem to have a few of those, too)
i bring my real presence
i bring fullness
with her
so
by my standards
and with her
i'm probably a good lover

~~~~~

i dreamed the other night
in addition to all my usual parts
i had a big, fat penis
erect, slick and compelling
so i stroked it
and felt it in my hands
but did not feel it, itself

~~~~~

when the wine talks
it is hot and sweet and
shallow and fast
hungry
i'll wait for the water
cool, deep running
refreshing
even when it's rushing over me

thinnest, fullest curve

there were three nights
moonlit on my bed
curled together
just so

two nights past
the moon is at its fullest
bursting with that delicious butter cream
floating me on
a calm and pale yellow sea
shadows rising & falling
in one sense
i am alone

and the shift i have been waiting for
has arrived
for us
she is seeking implements
and will find a way to
make them feel right in her own hands
and the parts of me
that have trembled at
the thinnest, fullest curve of the edge
quiver and release
one tension drains away
and is replaced by another

the growing season is upon us

might never run dry

the moon, in her naked fullness
and her purest
which is to say black, white
and that which is in between
causes a depth of shadow that
drinks up those colors vibrant
and leaves a simple and wholesome
landscape of tone

flowing creamy and cool
a settledness
her skin rises and falls
under my intoxicated hand
and i am transported
to a place in me that is
quiet, sure and grateful

with measured doses of this medicine
this salve, this tonic
i might never run dry

i've written about this before
but it is not enough
will never be enough
to convey the astonishing power
of my eyes surveying and
of my hands upon her
moonlit skin

just let

there was the accidental first one
foreign, guilty and fascinating
uneasy and unconfessed for 30 years
that laid the cornerstone of experience
for all to come after

there was nearly one in college
so, so very close
but he gave up
just gave up
and i think part of me did, too

there were the hard-won two
after hours of numbing determination
after years of broken hoping
years of self-recrimination
and followed by resigned confused when
they didn't start just falling out

is nothing ever simple with me?

and then there is this one
perfectly normal and honestly unexpected
surely welcome
no willing, no coaxing, no hoping
just let, allowed
delightful!

more opinions and theories fall

the less i worry what it all means
about me
the more i enjoy life

make me

she's waiting to see
how i'll write about this
i think i am, too!

here it is on one level
she'd uncinched the harness
to move Lola out of the way
and buried her face in my pussy
i was flat on my back
with her pulled down tight on my face
i managed to free Lola from the harness
with my sightless left hand
and proceeded to fuck her
banging merrily into my nose & forehead
along the way

as you can see, we've already been at it for a while

my shoulders were starting to burn
from wrapping my arms around her thighs
and thrusting into her with Lola
my concentration skittering between
her sounds and gyrations
and keeping my nose clear enough to breathe once in a while
and
maintaining the right speed and pressure
tongue-wise on her clit
and feeling the sweat forming on her back
where my arm would rest momentarily, pulling her against me
and then cycling down to her soft, warm tongue on my clit
then up to the heady scent of her juices
all over my face

i have a theory that
this full-on skittering is very good for
the addled minded like me
because in the midst of this
after a point where she had risen up out of my pussy
to gasp and groan in earnest
i became aware that she had traded
her tongue for fingers
feverishly working my clit
and for just a second i thought
"oh, any minute that will be too much pressure"
but then the thought evaporated into feeling her grind on my lower lip
and then for just another second i thought
"i wonder if her hand is getting tired"
but then i was adjusting Lola's angle away from my nose
and then for just another second i thought
"you know, if i held my breath, i wonder if ..."
but then i felt her wet-with-sweat cheek on my thigh
and heard her vocalizations deepening
and i knew her orgasm was getting closer
and i could feel it rising in my own belly
then, for another second i thought
"wait a minute, that felt like the edge of an orgasm in me"
but i found myself unable to worry about that at all
and then

and then

i came!

just like that!

amazing!

i thought she might burst into tears
but she didn't
not until after she came, too, that is
which was not long after me
and then we curled up together
in our own versions of grateful astonishment
marveling how life continues
to unfold

thank you, baby

party for one

between moon cycles and life demands
she and i find ourselves
temporarily lulled
and i don't dare
reach between my legs
with even my attention
for even a minute
i don't dare

the only place for it to go
is with me
right now
and there is too, too much
i don't know what to do with it
i can only begin

so rarely is there a plateau
a stretching out luxury
a just sensuous being
when the beast in the belly
could be made hungry
when there is the heady rush
of wanting and
the clever director starts
calling angles and marks

all fine and good
all fine and good
but to what end?
somewhere in the middle
of just me and all that
i become lost, lonely
and not satisfied
i feel silly
and self-conscious
the tide pulls back
leaving me to wash my hands
and wonder what i'm missing
again

breaking a sweat

the biggest three of my toes
on my left foot
dug into the carpet
leverage, leverage
i needed leverage

my arms had her legs hooked
back towards her shoulders
behind the knees
as i leaned over
using my four cornered stance
toes and fists
the latter pressing into the comforter by her shoulders
i was working the extra bounce
at the edge of the bed
using her momentum to rock her
pistoning Lola

Rita was bent and back-to-back
harnessed snug into me
feeling better and better
the wetter i got

her orgasm came
(if you'll allow me to phrase it as such)
with her on her knees
and down on her shoulders
red marks on her back from my teeth
and her scalp, i'm sure, tingling
from the fistful of hair i'd held on by
i was thrusting slow and easy
and tickling just inside her ass
with a very slippery finger

i was pretty sure if we went on much longer
one or the other of us
would have insisted on me
fucking her ass
but as it was
she came instead
gloriously
thoroughly
laid open and soft, sweating, too

and after some sweet cuddling
we turned attention back to me
(she'd spent a good bit of time earlier
teasing my clit with her tongue
jerking my legs in all directions
and raising me off the bed)
but now
with both Lola and Rita still strapped on & in, respectively
we discovered both her & my hands
on Lola standing up so proudly
stroking, pulling, pushing
a new sort of hand job!
(for me, at least)
and the tugging on Lola
pulled Rita nicely along all my happy spots

my orgasm came
(again, if you'll allow me to phrase it as such)
with a free-from-the-harness Rita
being expertly driven into me by her
while i worked my clit

afterwards, talking about it all
(because we are women, right?)
i realized that the combination of sensations
blur together
and become an experience that is beyond
the components
a different awareness comes alive in my sex

maybe this is usual stuff for all you randy lot
but some of us come awake
a little later
::: smile :::

we open together

baby
i love smelling
your pussy
on my fingers, my palm
and where your juices ran
down the back of hand
in my hair
and on my face

baby
i love it when you come
with a fistful of my hair
pulling my face down
into your pussy hard
fucking my mouth

baby
i love coming
with my face in your pussy
breathing in
the smell of you
salty, musky, hot hair and sweat
your wetness beckons me into
your private and sacred core
both animal and divine
twisted together

the best and last secret you give
without reserve to me

baby
we open together

dreaming

there is no "teasing" with darling nikki
she's just too, too much
to be a tease
but that is what i was dreaming
that i had nikki harnessed on
and i was pressing her head
just against my lovely gf's slick opening
pressure, presence, fullness
and in the dream
i felt both the pressing in the harness
against my pubic bone
darling nikki's flat backside of her balls
strapped in hard against my clit
and the pressure of nikki's head
into my hungry opening
pressing steady, priming
desire rising, a closing fist in my cunt
squeezing warm and thick
up my center channel
and erupting out of my heart

i awoke to find her softly
sleeping in my morning sunlight