Tag Archives: joy

Let Me Count The Names

What’s the Crack? Shall I call it Quim?

Or does it answer to Minge? 

Do I dive head first into this Muff?

Slurping like a Honey Badger loving the stuff

Cup my hand round Rosy

Make myself at home in Coochy

Gently stroke the purring Pussy

Middle finger warm in moist Fanny

Spread the net to catch the slippery Fish

Open the Oyster and prepare the dish

Bon appetit Tuna Sandwich

Nibble and feel it twitch

Squeezebox, or Snatch, the Slit of sweet pain

Speak in tongues to the Lady who lives down the Lane

Nerve Centre? Pleasure Pod? Call it Clit

Open her Purse, withdraw and deposit

Dig in, dig in, penetrate the Open Wound

Treasure buried beneath the Fleshy Mound

Slip in, slip in, enter the Pearly Gates

Pleasure, come, satisfy your palates

Roll in the Mink of her hot Beaver

Release the musk of her sated Flower

Cupcake, shall I be even more blunt?

Allow me to sing in praise of your Cunt

Some call it Heaven, others Eden

I love to plant the Lady Garden

Along the Tunnel to the back of the Cave

Men desire to be buried in this Grave …

One man not fixated with the junction of your thighs

Nor obsessed with turning on your sighs 

I want to give the truth to all the lies

I love to watch the moonlight dancing in your eyes.

( c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Move With Me

The music’s calling, please don’t hide
Don’t deny the feeling inside
I am yours and you are mine
Together we can make the sun shine

Move with me, back and forth
Move with me, north and south
Move with me, to and fro
Move with me, sweet and slow

Throw caution to the wind
Leave all your troubles behind
You’ve got to give love a chance
The music makes you dance the dance

Reach that high, climb that rope
I’ll push up that slippery slope
One step back, two steps forward
That’s the sweetest music ever heard.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Spring Came

Spring came, springing anew as if from nowhere
All those dreams, all those days of youth
That had died upon your lips
But after dying, it seemed each time,
All the flowers have bloomed afresh

Theirs the perfume of your memories
Theirs the blood of your lovers
All the anguish has boiled over
Grieving friends too are in dire straits

Lying drunk in the lap of moon maidens
All the dusty chapters of the heart
Yours, mine, all questions, all answers
Spring came, and opened up once again
A new angle to figure out old accounts.

( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

With Intent

My intention is your domination
Domination adds excitation to your seduction
Your domination gives me satisfaction
My passion is fired by your subjugation
Your possession during coition is my obsession
My intention is your domination
Your domination gives you satisfaction.

My intention is your domination
Domination kills inhibition frees the action
Your domination gives me satisfaction
My willing woman without any objection
Your affection depends on the condition of my standing ovation
My intention is your domination
Your domination gives you satisfaction.

My intention is your domination
Domination means annihilation of the opposition
Your domination gives me satisfaction
My ambition is to achieve your gratification
In my estimation my dedication is a measure of my adulation
My intention is your domination
Your domination gives you satisfaction.

My intention is your domination
Domination is a celebration of equal sensation
Your domination gives me satisfaction
Our combination will cause an eruption
My healthy fascination is the invention of a new position
My intention is your domination
Your domination gives you satisfaction.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

The Last Poem

This is the last poem
I’ll ever write about you
This is the last poem
I’ll ever dedicate to you
This is the last poem
I’ll ever send to you
This is the last poem
In loving memory of you :

The pools of your almond eyes
Where the love-light flowed over the brim
The ocean of lava between your thighs
Where I always loved to swim
Our limbs were wings that flew the skies
Our bodies felt like a pagan pilgrim
All our prayers were said with heartfelt sighs
I worshipped at your holy shrine deep within.

Sugar was like salt compared to your kiss
So sweet that no words can tell
Your hips had a path leading to bliss
So narrow that love died if it fell
But I went up that path as easy as this
You said no-one else could do it half as well
But now … oh, it is torture to reminisce
Farewell, my sweet love, farewell.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Trigger

God appears to the Creative Man
“I will whisper in your ear
And you bring forth a form
For all men to witness.”

The artist, inspired, expresses in words plain
His heart and soul, in all their glory, laid bare
Reveal the Ideal that should be the norm
Mirror the higher power behind the Bliss.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Not Your Fault

Shame? Depression?
Sit alone and cry?
Lay down and die?
Your fault you were broken?

No! No! No! Know this —-
The break is not weakness
You live to fight another day
The fracture will set stronger
AT THE POINT IT WAS BROKEN
Stand up!! A complete person
God’s creation, a thing of Wonder!

(c)Satori Publishing, 2018.

Quietude

Controlled breathing, belly deep, puts the brakes on Conscious Thought
In at nose, hold, out of mouth, empty lungs, reduces the chatter to nought
Rich oxygen to a quiet mind is the creative food for thought
Silence aids victory when the big battles are fought.

(c)Satori Publishing,2018.

Be

Be an Artist
Be a god
Create your own universe
Create your own creatures
Breathe life into the chapter and verse
Your progeny, your features
Be a god
Be an Artist.

(c) Satori Publishing,2017.