THE A# BLU'S
By William Laurence Jones

MY PASSION

My passion confuses me
Infuses me
Engulfs me like flame

My luv, my lust
My pain

& the name I have given to it

My passion abuses me
Captured
Caught up in the rapture

The sweat, the strain
The whip, the chains

& the shame I have lived thru it

I crawl
& fall into it
Become a slave to it

I
A nieve 'nave

Have lain in a vain
Most heinous fashion

I suffer like Christ on the cross

& in my passion I am lost
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LEWIS & CLARK

Over the blouse
No one in the house
Hot breath on the neck
At the nape
Anita Baker on the tape
Last wishes
& long, slow, wet kisses
Lasting three days

Under the blouse
Open the bra
A treasure chest
Of heaving breasts
& nipples
Firm
Erect
Chills race the spine
As my tongue traces the lines
Between them

No blouse
No bra
501's crumpled in a ball
On the floor
Quivering thighs
& climax cries
At quarter to four
An expedition
In the missionary position

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AT THE BEACH

The waves pounded the shore...

Foam & sea spray everywhere
glistening in your hair
& we knew

The winds roared
the dragon soared
& we danced

Inspired
your dress hit the sand

We lay
well into the next day

...and the waves pounded the shore