A Note from a 14th Century Stead Holder to a 21st Century Stewardess

"O', I know the secrets
that will keep these young men young
and strong
but will I ever tell them?
Hell no!
Every other man is an enemy of mine
and let him die upon a stake
while I pass upon
the completely crafted cross."
So, spake the unknown poet,
another mystery of history
who's gone and done.

She Traced My Bones Like a Necrophiliac

In the depths of remoteness
from her land
and now her man
who pulled at her strings nearby,
I saw her swelling
worried smile.
So I watched
and all the while
she made it hard
for her man
not to twist
and wind her up into his hands.
She lifted her skirt
and I watched her shamelessly,
tending to her supple thighs,
when not transfixed
by coal burnt eyes.
And there inside
those coal burnt eyes
lay on her side
a mother,
daughter,
and a bride
undressed and writhing throughout time.
Her flirting,
fucking,
drinking wine.

My Dearest Apprentice

Taste the bat shit she left on her face.
Catch the disease from a junglous cave.
Watch the metal cage
pin down her taut breasts.
She wants you to cum and leaves you no rest.

Privately Shared

When you can't remember
your lover's face in detail
but you can picture the color of her painted nails.
And, the way she smells,
you couldn't quite tell
another person what it's like but
it's hers.
It's undeniably her.
It's hers and it's yours
alone.