Death by a thousand licks

The heat is high, no reason to be shy, you wonder why, I can never stay dry
when you pop up in my mind, where you grab, push and you grind, I just can’t seem to find,
the streng to control,
my juice

So I drip, and you slip, right into my web, a trap,
it’s hard to swallow,
you almost choke on my soak, but you stroke
with your relaxed tongue,
you go slow, you go quick,
and you flick, it’s no trick,
but your dick it gets thick,
like a brick, but you just lick,
and you lick,
until my waterfall, makes you slide and fall,
right into my,
vulva

A bite in my butt cheek leaves me weak
You didn’t drown, you deserve a crown, please go down,
on,
me

Nourished

A whiff of coffee transported on a light breeze touches my skin,
walks up to my nose and travels to within

The serenity of the air bounds,
and surrounds,
my mind to satisfied rest,
as it reached my chest
I open my eyes,
Your gaze, you face, your lips,
my fingertips,
Hover,
in our magnetic field
as you cover
me with your smile,
While,
this feeling from deep down pushes up from my chest
Pinching like acupuncture desperately looking from my crest

The look of you
The feel
The sound
The simple thought of you teleports me into a memorizing desire
Warm, safe and dangerous like fire

Starting restlessly in my belly,
Spreading out like jelly,
to my shoulders and arms
containing a magnetic force
and YOU are the source
That pinches me almost sharp as glass
The air an intoxicating gas

Satisfied my back sinks into the seat
I close my eyes taking in the smell of eggs scrambled on high heat

Sauteed tomatoes plumpy bright red
My lips surround them clueless of what’s ahead
My tongue captures the ball still intact
My teeth the bars of their prison

I pull the tip,
a drip,
then my mouth gently forces the collapse
I swallow, and what remains are scraps

My head leans back, the sunshine greeting my throat
Pushing some weight with your arm on my chest
as you continue this quest
Surrounding it with a tight grip,
compressing the magnetic field into a block of solid air,
ready to tear,
and fill me up with this battery of life energy, dancing inside wanting to be found,
eager to be thrown around

The last sip of coffee reaches my mouth as I tilt the cup,
bending my head back to catch the last drop
Escaped coffee drizzles down my chin
absorbed by your lips as you kiss my skin

My personal canvas

Part 1

Convinced in content,
settled like cement
That I knew every colour
and accepted every scent
But by passing of time parts had become untrue
Out of fear for my colours not to match with you

My canvas, folded, hidden, rumpled
and crumpled
fused together as one
Mixed colours as our map of reality had become

I stood, before you | forged release
I fell, down | your puzzle piece

My canvas seemed incomplete, malformed, frayed
and lost in the shade

Until I picked it up, and again I stood
And I saw all the effort and hard work
to cover up the parts so wrong
they might weaken our unity which felt so strong

So I smudged the lines that didn’t seem to fit and washed the corners in vain
All so that I could embrace you without leaving a stain

I surrendered into your canvas
not realizing mine got distorted

Part 3

My hand gently caresses the surface
curious of what is underneath
and who might help me restore it

Suddenly the wind picks up, and in one gust he wipes away my fear drenched cover-up patches,
which fall to the ground,
Bound,
to reveal the intimate colours and discover the shapes that, overwhelm |
and penetrate

A corner slowly starts to unfold
leaving glue traces behind, covering my desires too bold
I scratch the traces until they fall to crumb
Exhilarated of what’s to come

He lifts up my canvas, caressing
causing vibrations in my chest empty of fear
Trembling, breaking and then soaking up the veneer

The anticipation of his brush
touching my dripping canvas
Runs and mixes the colours to blush
an overwhelming dissonant palette of pink, purple and fiery red
Like an inevitable explosion from which can’t be fled

He discovers what I hid away
creating all the air I need to play

Leaving me,
a sensual mess

White feathered queens of Prague

Surrounded by all the business,
majestic buildings and chaotic people,
shouts, honks, thieves …

They seem unaffected,
as they caress the water surface
like a touch only a feather can make
Sailing on the river effortlessly,
showing me that this kingdom is theirs

Like the guards of Prague castle,
they freely allow everyone entrance,
existing but restraining from interference,
functioning as symbols of prestige,

one, only majestic and powerful entities

grant the luxury for

But do not mistakenly characterize them as vain,
like the horses with carriage; a product manufactured from corrupted intentions.
No,
the swans unexplainable demand my attention,
with their natural charisma,
showing me they know that the kingdom is theirs,
and theirs alone
Ruling in serenity,
as white feathered queens

The awakening of my tastebuds

an ode to czech Štrůdl

I cannot remember the last foodgasmic experience like this
Refined, yet made butch,
like rough sex with a gentle lover

First I dent the puffy texture with my bite
An explosion
Red berries attack my tongue,
followed by the soft cream,
first dazzling my lips,
then, gently pouring,
filling my mouth,
balancing the sour and the sweet

Another bite,
I try to tame the pleasure
but it’s out of my control
As the pastry gives its last jerk,
it defeats me,
leaving my pants,
stained

A memory to treasure

Panick Attack

22^nd of August 2018

A small dot on the horizon, a tiny grain of dust barely visible from the eye,
it bothers no one,
expect me.

When I look at it, the dot turns into a star,
and the star begins to fall.
Once it starts falling it accelerates,
and the falling star becomes a comet.
The comet is plummeting the earth.
The grain of dust has become this immense
solar attack that is aimed directly at me, ready to

blow

me

up.

Salty goo dripping down my chin. Suffocation, I can’t breathe.
Loving arms and words and breaths nurse me back and tell me about the dot.
It’s just a dot, and you’ll get there when you get there.
And even if you don’t catch it, it won’t destroy you.
If you would just close your eyes, you might see.

But that’s the issue, behind my eyes lies the world in which a dog becomes a wolf and a wolf a bear and I can’t negotiate with a bear.
Instead I fight the bear, but he always outpowers me,
until I’m too exhausted, until he’s fed up with me, and he lets me sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

Sun

Friday 17th of Augustus 2018
~ translation

Summer, my eternal search for-
and run from,
her, the sun.

The almighty bulb of nature, tempting and defeating my bright skin, but seducing every time again, with her feather’s touch.

As my tan still hides from winter, I lie myself down on the sand, and surrender to the beach. The sea is restless and speaks a language I don’t comprehend,
but do, understand.

The waterdrops on my skin seem absent in her sight, but transform to ice-cubes with every breeze from the sea, protecting them.
Then, all of a sudden they seem estranged, from all the other drops there, in the sea. As if they scream; “immerse in us, and free yourself from the cold!”.

But I do not give in,
Because I trust my friend, my enemy,

the Sun.

Encountering the Sea

Friday 17th of Augustus 2018
~Translation

As I undress, the chilly sea-breeze greets my small breasts. They return the greeting, with perky-ness,
my nipples surrounded by goose bumps.

The sun is long gone, but the sea has absorbed nearly all her energy.

The first encounter is with my eyes, the intimidating impetuous theater I see before me is almost frightening, as if it could swallow me up whole.
Almost preventing me from a further encounter,
which soon follows.

First up are my feet, which carry me to the sea, while the wind attacks my legs with thousands of tiny sand-soldiers. After a few meters my untamed friend takes over and carries me on.

SPLASH, in one fluent motion we merge as one, while you hug me like a liquid blanked surrounding all of my body and protecting it from the wind.

Now I am one with the theater and move along with any direction you point me towards. I jump over the waves, just like they jump over me. The sea tastes on my lips, he washes my whole body. I feel so clean, but know this feeling is,                                                            merely temporary.

As the wind wins the battle against the sea, I give up and say goodbye. See you soon, and I know that my salty skin will remind me of this conversation.