Archive-title: Cops Versus Hoods

I don my hood of leather, black
I grasp her hair, she claws my back
And as if by God, to end our bliss
Wouldn't you know, I need to piss

"I'll be right back!", I cried with a fright
And tripped on a chair, as I dashed through the night
"Last door on the left!", she called out to me
Her directions to where I should take my pee

		- - -

My business now done, I began to blush
Would it break the spell, should she hear me flush?
I glanced in the mirror, my hood served me well
For blushing or not, no one could tell

Now back down the hall, into a fleshy obstruction
My blood ran cold thinking, "Could this hulk be her husband?"
I groped at the mass that stood in my way
A necktie, A BADGE! And I wept as I prayed

He lifted me up, and I felt myself quiver
As he let out a roar, like a bear with a sliver
He threw me back down, and I crashed with a 'thunk'
He screamed, "I'll kick yer ass, you perverted punk!"

		- - -

I got out alive, but don't ask me how
And I sit here reflecting upon it all now
The moral to all this ridiculous slop:
You'd do best to stay home, if her husband's a cop!  Back to top

Archive-title: The Arching of Her Back

You kneel, body held erect
Like the Catholic schoolgirl you used to be.

My eyes are drawn, as always, to the hollow of your throat.
If I should lay my fingertip against it
There'd be the fluttering pulsebeat
Of the wings of a nightingale, in its gilded cage.

You have grown thin, and your fragile collarbone
Stretches through your silken skin,
Seeming like it would snap
At the touch of my hand.

I step forward, brushing your chestnut hair away.
It falls behind you, baring a gentle fullness of breast,
Small enough to fit in a cupped hand...
Taut with anticipations.

I lean, and press a kiss on one hardened nipple.
You arch, soundlessly as I taught you,
And I drink in the elegant curve of your torso,
	with your slender arms stretched back,
		clasping your ankles firmly.

I start rubbing the other nipple with my right hand,
While I increase the pressure of my kiss,
Harder
     and harder...
Until finally you break, as always, and the tiniest of moans escapes.

I stop.

Reach out and caress the supple whip.

Regretfully, joyfully, anticipating the new lines of fire
That I will add to the thin, white, beautiful scars
Crossing your eager body.  Back to top

Archive-title: Bob's Poem

I meet your gaze, wink and grin.
You drool and then wipe your chin.
I nod and beckon, urging you on,
softly carressing my raging hard-on.
Like flies to feces, my stare brings you near.
You look so fantastic through my goggles of beer.
I'd love to fondle you, grip and explore.
Sucking your toes as you scream 'More more more!'
Why deny it?  You know it is true.
That when you see me, you just want to screw.
I whip out my monster and whip it around.
It seems so huge, your eyes bulge out round.
Your tongue lolls out sideways, aching to taste.
You gobble 12 inches in sexual haste.
I'm spewing and spewing, my balls knock my thighs.
You swallow my liquid between my loud cries.
The rest of the night, I confess, is a blur.
But imagine my surprise as i feel the fur.
Waking in bed, there next to my dick,
My canine acquaintance gives it a lick.
Maybe it was wrong, I've been told it is bad.
But my puppy dog was the best fuck I've ever had!  Back to top