Ode to an Ass

ODE TO AN ASS

To an ass
that ass
meaty
fine,
that asshole
that I met
wet
my mouth
my palate
sticky with lick.
Let me
prick
you there
with my tongue.
Let me
go a ring
I mean I’ll ream
around and around
rings
those wrinkles
brown
your anis star
twinkled at me
when I blew
kisses and sprinkled
spit at it
smooth
ready
slick.
Makes me crass
to like ass?
PAZ!
ZAZ!
split the deep seam
of your ass
with my face.
In your ass
comfy
cozy
cheeks to cheeks
I whisper into
your folds.


Te echas pa tras?
Por detras bien duro te doy.
Pero no hoy.
No hoy.
Quiero saber
quien eres
Ve como soy…
Aunqe no como hoy
Me voy a esperar
Recordar those times
you bent over before me
for me before.
Acted like you were picking debris
You must’ve seen some shit
I didn’t see?
I saw your ass
shaped like a guitar pick
When you bent
BEND over for me.

That day-remember
the stickiness
on my leather seats.
I licked then split
your ass cheek.
SMACK!!!
Red lickeddy split
red it turned my hand burned
not enough to jump back
from your back
Let me in on that!
Let me snack on that back
Cause I snacks on the back.

Ode to an ass
that you were
plenty of
times to me.
Set me free
Set me free
from this love holding me
like a glove.
Accessory
Concealer
DISCLAIMER.
“Set me free!”
Free Love, set me free”
Your words
reassured me
let me know that you heard
“You hurt me.”
I’m sorry
“I’m sorry” never meant
anything to you
cause “what does an apology do?’
What to do? What to do?
with those words
coming from you.
Eee, you’re an ass.

How do I learn
not to scorn,
control my viciousness?
Horns they poke out from my head.
No, wait
that’s my snake rearing its evil head.
WHERE’S MY PREY!!!
Where’s my pray
I just
I jizz
I just lust
to unleash this venom.


Ode to an asshole!
Ode to this asshole clenched
tight
not uptight
tightening up my act
like Kegels.
Can’t live
waiting
for that Hour.
Happy.
Hour.
Hour of happiness.
Our happiness.
I don’t want it 50/50
I want to keep it 100
Won’t give you half of me.
Here take a rest
of me.
Rest yourself on me.

Ode to this ass
you kiss
caress like that pet
that stole your heart.
It illuminates
like Swarovski
your eyes radiate
when I unveil.
On your Knees!
Expose this ass to you
hail this ass
and don’t trip
cause I like it when you treat
ME
Like a pretty girl,
all nice and shit.
Cause I am
all nice and shit!
Here Pretty, Pretty!
I know you like to run
your mouth
nibble here, suck there
such care.

Care

I do and I can
I don’t need you
hanging on
like Spiderman.
Yeah I said it hence
this ode
to ass
composed by
this ass
that’s trying to grow
like corn.
Ears listening
putting my reel
aside-look at your picture.
Realized that everything doesn’t have to come
with a side of me.

Take a rest of me
But not my right
side cause that’s my
WRITE side
also my tight side.
Who needs bondage!
I am wrapped
in this stress.
Stress stressing me out!
Stressing on my stress?
“Does this stress make me look stressed out?”
This stress is stressing me out ☹
Winding me up
See my titties?
Nah you don’t
my chest concaves
fall into myself.
Hold on to my muscles
they have knots
mass on mass
Mas y mas
you can climb
Like those mountains?
- I’ll give ya a boost!
- like you give to me
- a shot
- a jolt
- positive energy
- radio waves in action
- they cook the flesh
- we press
- up tight.
- Up tight you feel my back
- show concern
- tell me “I’ll rub it out,
- your shooting arm
- your typing wrist
- your “fuck me with it,” fist”
Curing me with kindness
Tickled pickle I absorb.
Give it to me
HARD
like an asshole
slaps an ass.
I will take it.

Pull you close
plant your ass
on my lap.
Take a hit of you
to the head.
My nose
to your head
my drug
fill you in my lungs
feel you
in
my lungsssss
feel you.

Fresas y chocolate

No,
this is not to remind
you of how I painted my pussy lips
strawberry for you
and speckled them with chocolate
But to tell you that I can't stop
thinking about you
crawling towards me
like a sex-hungry woman…
prowling
anxious to jump on me
and munch on my chocha.
So crawl to me
my lover
when you are hungry
when you have the munchies
or just a craving.
My back is healed-
it’s a smooth brown canvas.
Don't your teeth itch
To clamp down hard on it?
Harder!
Be mean to it…please
I admit that I LOVE
it when you rub on
my stubbled head
but thinking of your fingers
tangled in my hair
makes my clit hard
and feeling my clit hard
makes me yearn
to have your tongue
whip it!

Draft #9 since 2006

OMG acabo de terminar mi guion. Correction, I've just finished shedding a few tears after completing my script! Phew, it feels so good...I tried not to be perfect, tried to just write what the story was feeding me....acabo de terminar esta revision de mi guion

CoCK BLoCK

It’s too long
No one is going to like it
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little audience.
You think anyone really wants to
see
hear
feel it?
You think anyone really wants?


I want’s
Call me Sir Wants-a-lot
of motivation
Something- kryptonite
I write
for the haters that’s what
Why I gotta
Wanna
Gonna do what I do
It’s for the haters
Doubting my ability
like a codependent
already seeing me
fall.
Ready to catch me
stand me
on my own
two feet
planted before me
I fall again into the cycle
Call me recycled.
Yes I am
a catch
not for your traps
or webs of issues
not about me
helping not about me.
Helping me out
not picking up
another habit
not making you a habit.


Really,
you think you’re going to finish
It’s all the smoke
Smoking mirrors
Slows you down
brings you in
recoil into you
Like you do on that stoners couch
Ouch!
Holy water, scents of sage
It’s for the haters
I hear you now
and I feel you later
Hater

And you think
the community
The politics
All sounds
like tricks to me
And you!
THINK
fast
here is a firework
“PoP” in the sky
crackles in my eye
IMPUNITY
Preachy Preach
Who will see it
It’s too long
You really think you belong
in the conversation?

My response
Breathrelax
Chant
camouflage
the haters
Each piece of me
I reveal
Rebel with a pen
plain rebel
Revel in the exposition
Exhibition
Like “Art in the Street”
here is my art
Read this shit
Will compose till
I’m a ruca rocking it
Till my wheels
In my head
pop off.
Doing it for the haters
The Greek Chorus
In my mind
Of my nightmares
Dragging on like that
Clingier than pollen
Germinating
Germs.
Gonna grind you out
Make you fainter with time
Grind out each line
drown OUT
sound OUT
shout OUT
To the H-A-T-E-R-S

Tetris

There once was a big hole
a whole lot
of emptiness.
Right there
You see it?
Of course not
Cause there is nothing there!
Not sure if it’s void
of hope though.
But then it wouldn’t be empty
it would be hope full.
There are moments
when I feel full.

You fool!
Me!
See
those moments
that I strive
for
I want more.
Breathing,
POSTURE
foot strike
Strides
Usain Bolt-like
towards my life.

He’s a part
of my Tetris
Art,
my boy
WRITING
my cAts
my kId
my kIts
my boIs
some kicks.
Him
Work
Love
play
Pray to Huehues
that they stay
these moments
Live them
9 to 5
not living for a 9 to 5
don’t want it
don’t don’t
don’t want it .

He’s my student
one more I want to reach
I teach
preach
perched up there in front.
Their future I want to keep in front
of me their
future
shape
well rounded.

There once was a big hole
a whole lot
of emptiness.
Then my fairy-butch mother
then another and another
told me
showed me
there are possibilities
RUNNING rivers down
Me a mountain
Of ideas
Merging
to the… see.

Playing to my strengths
I gotta keep it right
nothing left
must accept the truth.
I make you question
that’s the truth.
Knowledge worker
massaging those thoughts
feeding off the thoughts
VULTURE!
Thoughts
you disseminate
deeper than
your status
they pollinate
my insides
damn you
you Dandelion
shaking me up like that.
Knowledge working
It’s working
this teaching thing for me.
There is more I want to
Orchestrate
Now hear this
Maestro!
Maestra
Mr. Prof.
not Dr.
Don’t doctor me
I don’t doctor myself
Cause I’ve wasted too, many days
feeling wasted
rusting with resentment
bitterness burning my tripas
like Patron

I am a Patron.
Master of my work.
Work for him
nurture him
little plant
GROW.
I’ll feed you with stories
Fertilize with Encouragement
you to create
play with you in the sun.
You create a beauty
I admire
learn from the colors
you magnify.
Smile for me little one
just
Smile.

Confession...

There are those times when feelings are so disorienting, feelings that intimacy like a skeleton key manages to set free. Sometimes they are intense feelings that have nothing to do with what just happened. It happened to... And sometimes it happened during their heavy playing, emotions that had no business being there surfaced all uninvited. Well sort of, they say don’t hate the player hate the game but with BDSM, it was a game of “dropping my guard for you. I am going to fall back and I know you will catch me, in your web of leather strokes and skin-melting-hot- metals. I will be vulnerable with you, to save my vulnerability, be able to trust again. Catch me please.” BDSM, like ALL relationships, is a tough game. It’s easier saying you’re going to let go then actually doing it. It’s not always our choice either to lose it, and BDSM creates that illusion; CONTROL give it and take it. Consent. Bringing down my walls conceptually. But our heart, our mighty mind collide, like all great forces they clash, shifts those faults- were our roots lie and how does one cover up when we are literally naked, sprawled out before another.

Amigas eroticas (or What the Cameras Didn't Capture)

It started when I saw you naked in the hotel bathroom,
I heard the water drop with urgency
anxious to glisten against your backside.
I walked towards you
to hand you your razor, as you nicely asked.
I approached the bathroom
wondering if the Grizzlies were capable of finding
that underdog fire inside them to beat
the San Antonio Spurs- at least one game.
You parted the curtain,
bent over, reached out for the razor with your left hand
perched your right one on the edge of the tub
while the water smacked off your ass
your hard nipples
waved hypnotically before me.
As the razor flowed from my hand to the floor
I imagined myself walking into the tub,
lifting you so you could hold onto the towel rack
that hung from the ceiling
placing your thighs on my shoulders
and you Cobraing your legs around my neck.
My breath constricted
I forced my tongue through your thighs
Buried it hot and deep inside your chocha,
drinking you como agua de coco right out of its shell
You tasting sweet
And being so wet, I could hear the ocean in your moans.
You begging "Please,
stop
I can't cum anymore,"
I try to stop myself
pull my face away from your pussy
but my lips…
my lips are too, locked
In a French kiss with your clit.
I blinked after 3 seconds and there you were
Still reaching out
For your razor.
I walked away, my pussy lips ruffled with excitement
And tried to concentrate on the sweaty men on TV.

Later that night we exchanged kisses, big ones
small ones, some loose others more involved
as my erection- cause women get hard too
swelled between my legs.
You slipped into your dreams
while wetness collected between my thighs.

The next day we talked and laughed
sometimes even held hands like sweethearts
dodged countless joggers while
languages from all over the world
buzzed and chirped about us.
Soon my longing for you got hotter n' stickier
than the D.C. humidity.

No expectations but overflowing
With anticipation I treaded through the hours

Then I saw you-
walking towards me
Dressed in black from head to toe
your nails the color of fire,
lips dark as plums,
your back bare and lickable
and feet strapped to those 3 inch leather hills,
and my pussy flowed like a cascada.
Right then and there I knew those heals would be digging into my back
later that night
along with U setting my "pent up energy free" con tus dedos
your piercing rubbing against my clit
imprinting your ganas on my arms, back and ass
I'd have your scent under my nails spread across my lips
And I'd finally get to braid my nakedness with yours.

(Image: Anna P. Sutton "I Surrender:)