ENCOUNTER

A slender, young woman crouched naked among the plants that covered the forest floor. Her long, brown hair flowed down her back and framed the lovely face from which two soft, green eyes peered, scanning the sky for a flying machine. She had seen the skeletal framework, with its membranous wings, floating through the air several hours earlier, pedaled by a lad in a Greek sailors cap, flying goggles, a brown leather airman's jacket and puffy tan pants. The strange sight had roused both her fear and her lust, and this is what held her spellbound, searching the sky through the leaves.

This also explains how I came to sight the beauty. Had she not been so transfixed, she surely would have heard my clumsy steps and hidden her naked beauty from sight. Instead, it was I who hid, blending back into the brush to freely gaze upon her lovely form. And my desire awakened, first a mere tingling at my groin, flickerint, kindling, then flaming as a rising torch within my pants. I grasped this fiery rod of mine through the smooth fabric of my pants. I squeezed and gently caressed myself. I felt strange transformations.Hair seemed to sprout profusely on my legs. My feet stretched and thinned as the ten toes faded into cloven hooves. Horns were sprouting from my head. I tore off my clothes as my rod fiercely throbbed. No longer ashamed of my desire, I stepped out from the underbrush. The young woman still gazed into the sky enraptured by her own desire. I laughed a wild and joyful laugh to gather her attention. She started in confusion, drawing back to stare at me with fear in her eyes. But the savage intensity of her lust, coursing through her vulva, breasts, lips and toes, demanded to be satisfied regardless of the nature of its object.

We began to stalk each other, like wild beasts, slowly circling, the heat of our passion growing ever more fierce, coming closer and closer with each circling. Then, grasping each other in a savage embrace...

SHE RAINS

She rains like a little peacock down my chest.
I devour her lips like a bowl of green soup
and lap at the honeyed buds of her breasts.
I suckle on her clitoris like an infant eating switchblades
and explore the caverns that comprise
the pleasures of her underears.
In the midst of some strange octopus
I found her hairy orgasm
and danced it through a customs booth
in quivering thighs that shrank from soldiers' nightmares
and embraced hungry fingers.
Escape is a dream that screams through the tongues
that dance around each other's gums.

A Delirious Ballad

The wheels spinning in your eyes
are the first glimmerings of a nightmare
in which I may discover the magic of your drifting feast

The wings quivering on your lips
are the feathery buds of an exquisite kiss
offered in the silvery night by a demon

The fawns trembling on your breasts
are the flaming river of uncharted lusts
fermented in the alchemy of volcanoes
and danced across the belly of a jewel-eyed snake