Gregory R Barden

i 2 u ( adult themed )

i swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy -
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour -
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.

Copyright © 2024 Gregory Richard Barden

( photographic art taken from public domain files at FreePik / Flickr )

AU REVOIR AU PHARE

again …

here I am -
a glum ghost … a somber shadow
I have come to dream
to pledge duty, your gleam
to venerate your foreday liturgy ...
ah, and mend the mist -
the magical mist!
another mercurial morn creature such as we
ever cautiously coy in its dark,
shifting purpose …
with foggy fingers it creeps shore-ward
tickling the rocks and rills with vexing facility
its dew-dripping appendages
grasp the bluff,
and cloak it in a brume shawl ...
the sea's briny breath braided to a blanket
covering all in a supernal spell
as if we haunt some lofty realm paused
between stars and steeples
to dance for the dawn's enchantment …
but I am here for longing's sake
to entomb my pallid pinings
priceless little maudlin chunks of my life
that I must forever let loose -
whimsical moments spent here, made
precious by another
a sweet syrup called "her" that drips
from my being and dribbles its
way to my visceralities,
where now it turns rancid with nostalgia,
poisoning my spirit …
you ...
with your winking perpetuity,
shall be the very last witness to my remorse …
you - my lonely, reticent, stolid beacon
shall be the final testament
to every tear let in her stead
to every hapless heartache rent for her
to every soul-wrenching dream torn from the night
and to every last hush of her
name on the wind …
I throw it all down now -
to crash on these jagged cliffs with the morning wake
to end where it was first entrusted with the
shutter of your winking eye
and the first misty beams ...

of a new day.

Copyright © 2017 Gregory Richard Barden

( photographic art of Portland Headlight taken from public domain files at FreePik / Picasa )

Rest in Peace TERRI GARR … 💔