Compatibility of the Sexes

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When a good girl and a bad boy get betrothed,

he glimpses heaven while she catches hell,

their sex life is fast, furious, sporadic, and fleeting,

and the only heavenly treatment she’ll ever get

is during recuperation from her injuries in Saint something-or-other Hospital.

When a bad girl and a good boy get hitched

it is heaven up front but hell in the end

when he finds out the “good” sex was only her way

of gaining financial security through divorce of another love-struck fool.

When a bad boy and bad girl get together

their marriage is hell on Earth… but

with a sex life so heavenly satisfying

it must inevitably damn them for eternity.

When a good boy and good girl join as one

their marriage is the perfect union, heaven on Earth

with a sex life so hellishly boring

it can actually earn them sainthood…

unless, of course, they pretend to be bad in the bedroom.

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© JW Thomas

Urgency

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Humans and animals often go to great lengths when the urge takes hold or the need arises. He never looked my direction, just made a beeline for you. I had a bird’s eye view from start to finish. He took the dominant role quickly. You lay prone, submissive, as he hovered beside and over you for ease of access. You were already naked below the waist with a fragrant helping of morning dew on the landscape. He watched your reaction as he ripped open your blouse. The buttons flew in all directions. Then one slice with the knife and your bra was no longer an obstacle. I wondered if you felt the cold steel. Your skin was already flushed. He covered your mouth with his in an impassioned urgency for life and the adrenaline rush. Your breasts undulated like the swells of a stormy sea under the forceful manipulation of his hands. Your eyes had the glassy distant stare of extreme pleasure or pain: ecstasy or death. As one guy watching another I had to admire his ability… and resolve. But, naturally, I was a bit jealous. Yes, just a bit. After all, he’s the second guy I saw you with today.

The first bled out.

Now that the lust of you and he is nearly sated… my blood-lust burns.

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© JW Thomas

The Empty Room

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I’m standing in the doorway

to the empty room,

viewing what remains,

hardly anything at all.

There’s a vase on the mantel

just above the fireplace,

and a set of velvet curtains

left hanging on the wall.

It seems so empty now,

compared to how it use to be.

Though appearance is deceiving,

it’s full of memories.

If these old walls could talk

I think of what they’d say

of all that has transpired

since we moved in that day.

An empty room is never empty,

it always has something inside.

It’s sometimes hard to see

in the times when it can hide.

The furniture is gone,

and walls are standing bare.

Yet eyes opened or closed,

I still see something there.

Like that old threshold

I carried you through,

to start a brand new life

that lasted many years.

There’s the window pane

that pains me to see it now.

‘Cause you stood there staring

when you couldn’t hold the tears.

There’s the winding banister

that we’d both slide down.

I’d catch you in my arms,

and we’d pause to embrace.

Nope… this room isn’t empty,

and it’ll never be,

for everywhere I turn

I still can see your face.

I turn to see you leaving

out the door that brought you in.

Heading down the walkway,

walking hand-in-hand with him.

I smelled your sweet perfume

when you slowly passed me by.

Did you feel me too,

for once again you start to cry?

Sadly, my time is up,

‘cause I know you’ll be alright.

You started life anew,

time has healed you from that night.

The night Toby told you

I was lost and could not be found.

Somewhere by the fallen bridge,

they say I must’ve drowned.

© JW Thomas

Rhythm

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Rhythm

in tune with Mother Earth

Thump

the community drum

Strike

a harmonic chord

Roll

with the turbulent water

Paddle

from shore-to-shore

Tap

taut tanned skins

Stroke

the fiery flesh

Beat

of a lover’s heart

Down-beat

push to orgasm

Method

pull prior to ejaculation

Syncopation

multiple orgasmic bliss

Elation

all night jam session

Rhythm

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[photo by Anthony Johnson]

© JW Thomas

No Love for Twister

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Stars shine bright on an indigo night

Vision far-seeing and focused

Moon mirrors my love for you

Day breaks forth when Morning comes

Sun steps on-stage to set Earth Mother aglow

It glows brightest where you stand

Evidence of pleasure without measure

Satisfaction complete with morning dew

Cleansing need inspires naked rain dance

Bathing beat in rain – spellbinding attraction

Lures Lightning’s attention and flashing affection

Bolts of synergy and sexual arousal

Thunder hears, Thunder sees, and Thunder roars

At Lightning’s illuminated faux pas

Moving to the beat of a mortal

Twister heard Thunder tales, came to see ‘tis true

He laughed at Lightning’s shocking antics

Then saw you and loved at first sight

He tried to wind his way into your heart

Your rebuff smacked his spiral hard

He cried awhile… fizzled… and was no more

© JW Thomas

Greatest thing I never saw

Per Imp #260001

The greatest thing I never saw

an attempt to get my attention

Dawn Dancer’s desire

prayerful promise passing lips

come to grips with conditioned heart

romance rendition

Indigenous Cupid with arrows aplenty

no flaws

no cause to doubt

Who better to know than an archer like her?

Grandmother

no waster of words

no trap man with full stomach

skin visions

better food for thought

“Dare to bare

show warrior you care”

said Grandmother

Aspire to fill desire

Visual feast fans the flames

Passion fire

ignite the beast

Fevered brow

smoldering eyes

No blush of modesty

Hot to touch

fantasy fed

Love’s odyssey

Make haste

in motion

create commotion

Turbulence

dance au natural

Emotion stirs

body framed

glass partition

picture window

Curtains apart

Shower power

sans towel

 Heart palpitation

For my eyes

should be elation

as I worked in yard

But Coyote called

partnered with Sun

rays dance… glisten

like diamonds on glass

vision obscured

nothing passed pane seen

Naked and awestruck

dumbfounded by this

 Should be embracing

tasting the bliss

“How can he rebuff

and leave with no kiss?”

Never would have

had I but known

Optic illusion

foiled attempt

Complete my work

finished alone

Contempt grew

for Coyote that day

when the vision of beauty

clothed

came to say

“I gave you a chance

a chance you did spurn”

Yet anger subsided

turned by compassion

guided by love

fashioned with truth

“Cuz’ you were tricked

by Coyote’s slick ways

I’ll double your pleasure

visuals and touch”

The promise was honored

all ways

all means

Moments like these

learn to treasure

Like dreams they lift

life from the dust

with trust she did give

much from her heart

a true gift

Old ways

commitment takes part

honor and cherish

till the end

from the start

The greatest thing I never saw

she soon showed me day and night

Never tired of her beauty

visions sweet and holy

Duty-bound

I felt compelled

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and sight with insight

No regrets

living and learning

flame of love still burning

Death will not part us

merely transform love

from life to eternal life

Per Imp #280001

© JW Thomas

Opening Scene

she kneels before him

eyes downcast

remains still

through inner turmoil

she knows her place

and her cues

pursued the part

private audition

chose to be cast

a cast of two

co-starring

a production of love

he caresses her cheek

cups chin

head tilted

eyes meet

soul-filled stares

two souls complete

sharing of the mind

unified

 

© JW Thomas