Dance floor Extasy

Listening to Lil Louis- French Kiss....The heart thumping beat of sex. Transported to my youth...to sweat and crowded dance floors... The aroma of amonia lingers in the air from sniffed poppers.. Half dressed gay men in all their muscular glory... Our combined animal heat permeates the dance floor... The DJ brings us higher...we all jump in unison...some interlocked in sexually extasy... Grinding on strangers ...mixing our sweat, the passion... I'm soaked...sweat drips in rivers from my face....pure joy, extasy...I reach higher... No shame...no judges....pure freedom! She crosses the floor and looks into my eyes... I grab her...turn her back to me and we become the beat of sex... We meld together... arms intertwine ...pushing myself into her with every beat... I'm no longer here....every cell of my body is transported....mixed with hers... We move together in the heat...the beats...the lust in every note... our tribes... our ancestors connect us. She disapears into the crowd as Jungle beats and the crowd become one.... A pulsing orgasm that never stops...

The sweet taste of you

The Pitter Patter of rain on my forehead, I lift my head and stick my tongue out, She tastes sweet. I have had strange dreams of late... I have always dreamed of the faceless woman...she has been with me since my youth. I know her...I have always known her but... this time...the intimacy is more... she smiles with her eyes and is so peacful...she is home... I have never been able to feel content, she is. I have never been able to truly love, she can. When I wake I need her so badly I ache. It's always the same..that ache. She fills me with peace and love and I crave her when I wake.... but alway, always out of reach. The pitter patter of rain washes over me and I taste her. I love her so much and I lift and stretch my arm out, I move my fingers to her.... just out of my reach. I know if I can just touch her just once, I will soar and fly to the highest point with out fear, with love and peace I know it can happen....she has always been with me, the sweet taste of my dreams.

don't feel unhappy or discontent
I am now starting to realize my purpose.
Family has come back into my life...
I am here for my brother.
He needs my strength and my love.
So many years have gone by and it is like yesterday that we have spoken.
I don't feel small anymore.
I don't feel invisible.
I feel love.
He needs me and it's time I step up.

The Ghost

Cleaning my house and you are on my mind,
Listening to music and you are on my mind....
Doesn't matter what I do, you are here...like a ghost.

What the Fuck!
I am over you, yet,...you are following me around...
I feel you....
I am being haunted by your energy....
It's the good things that move through me today...
Your body swaying to the music of Maysa...
Your piercing eyes....
your touch...your lips....
your incessant need to fill a room...


I have a random playlist playing in the background as I write
and Maysa comes on but not just any Maysa song....it's our song....
Inseparable...
I am possessed by you today and as I'm writing this, you send an email and text out of the blue...
You miss me and again I say..what the fuck??

I miss

There are times I miss you and then I remember the drama....
I see pictures pop up on Facebook of you and I and I remember the happy times
but they were infrequent and I had to be careful of what I said so I didn't burst the bubble.
I do miss you but I miss more of what could have been
I know I'm not easy...God I know!.... but neither were you.
I have been down a rabbit hole since I left you.
But I've always been there, it's just gotten deeper.
I don't know where I went?

I've stopped being me.
I was asked recently if I had any hobbies and realized, I've dropped them one by one over time.

I miss me....where did I go?
It isn't just about lack of money...
Not being able to have the relationships I want...
I was told recently that I don't think I'm worthy and this is why I am not fulfilled
I've been told this before and it is a truth but I've done nothing about it.

What is wrong with me that I don't want more for myself?
I've seen so many counsellors over the years and I hear what they sell but my fear keeps me
cemented where I am.
Was I always this way?
Drugs and alcohol masked it for years.
I miss my moments of happiness....
I miss my need for adventure...
I miss my friends and connections
I miss life.

I Regret

I regret I lost you too when our mother Died....Lost you long before then I think...just another nail in the coffin,
Don't you love the irony?


Remember the hours we spent together as children?
Playing, laughing talking and yes....fighting but we always found a way to come back to each other.

We became strangers at some point.Language sharp cruel Mean....

Crashed through a pane of glass in a drunken haze one night, blood everywhere...I remember your face when you were called to pick up the pieces of me.
You sat by my bed all night at the hospital...worried....angry...oh so angry.... was it then the disappointment was cemented?

I did it again didn't I? Made it all about me.Scared little girl, trapped in her torment, instead of being responsible and committed to your protection.
I feared your judgment that look in your eyes...
Disappointment one after another.....


I know why..you resented me.....
Your hatred was palatable and why not?
What did the woman in your life ever teach you?
We tortured your soul and crippled your love...always a let down...all alone
warped how you saw woman...

It's been so long now...

Can't turn back time...only can ask for forgiveness...

Midnight Special

Remember wolfman Jack and the Midnight special?
Tom Jones Gyrating on your TV screen....watched him dance...learned his moves
So young, always moving....learning
only remember memories loosely..feelings stay with me like shadows
Why don't I remember more of my past?
I remember photo clips of my life ...
click of the shutter, I remember her skin....his tongue
click....rough hands...boundary's crossed...couldn't say no....
click.....a moment of overwhelming shame...guilt...only did what I wanted
fuck the consequences....who I hurt
Click of the shutter button and 30 years later, my world is now a box
of same old, routines...excuses to not live...to not soar.
Is this what happens when you feel your life never had a purpose?
Click...clubs...dancing all night...such joy, freedom!
Click....eating junk food on weekends and watching movies...stuck in self pity and fatigue.
Click...Oh the kisses....the deep for hour kisses even before a hand cupped a breast..
I loved to feel their breath on my breath....my hands moving, feeling their soft skin...
making them ache to be touched where they are so wet...
Click....looking in the mirror...don't know who it is looking back at me now,
a shadow of that girl, that cocky boi....
I've lost her along the way to the couch,to the job, to the killer of dreams, routine.
I do remember this wasn't what I thought my life would be.
I thought it would have been more of a Midnight Special.