Legs ...

I consult all those stretch marks, the years upon those legs, the fats & the millions tiny brown spots as well as scars left from every childhood moment. That flesh is lucid. Each day a new cut bleed and a new skin inside my brain revealed. I shall admire you shaved, I shall admire you unshaven, I shall admire you, period.

Self Shot by Self ...

رغبة ...

ArtWork Courtsey by Lana Ghassan
"Dried Petals"  

عالق بذهنى هذا المشهد لنا،

أتصبب عرقاً بينما أُعطيك مساج التنترا على أنغام أنينك.

يمنحنى إحتكاك فخذى بأسفل ظهرك

أمواج من النبضات.

أمتطيك كما يمتطى الفارس فرسه

و أشعر بدفىء كسى المبلل

كهفى يحتوى لآلىء الشهوة

بمجرد إنتشارها، يصير باقى الرجال ذكرى

تنزلق يداى صعوداً و هبوطاً على أجزاء جسدك العليا

كأنهما يؤديان عرض راقص

يوزعان هذه النبضات بين جسدينا.

أطلق وحشك، فهو يحتاج أن يخفق بحرية

أعطيك مساحة ليتنفس

حتى يصير الناجى الثالث بعدى أنا و أنت.

أسمع صدى الجدران المحيطة

فأنت أسيرى

و سأطلق سراحك فقط عندما تتمنى.

يتزلج لسانى عليك كأداة تزحلق على الجليد

ألعق ظهرك ببطء حتى أصل خلف أُذنيك

أعلم أنها تدغدغك

لا تستطيع الجزم إن كنت تعرق أم تغرق فى لُعابى

أنينك يعلو

يجعل حوائط الغرفة تتصدع.

يخرق الصمت، فلا يصبح صمتاً

يسيطر على الكون صوت رجل على فراش

تركع الجبال لتصلى على إيقاع أغنيته

بعد صرخة اللذة، يغرق العالم فى الصمت مجدداً

تتسارع دقات قلبى و أنا مستلقية عليك

ككتلة لحم فى زيت الرغبة

أهمس قصائد حب

أحس بك

ينهار نظام الشمس و يحل محله سخونة أجسادنا

و يصبح مصدر الدفئ الجديد للعالم

تتحِد دموعنا لتتحول إلى أمطار فضية

لا أستطيع مصارعة أشعة الوحى

تطفو

أنا (أتطفو؟؟؟)

اسطع يا حبيبى

ترتعش تحت جلدى

تتلطخ بلون الشيكولاته/كاراميل

U manifest birth now

أُهنئك أيها البطل

لقد صمدت

فى هذه اللحظة، لا أحد يحبك كما أحبك

أنت فى أمان الآن

لا شىء يقدر على إصابتك

تنفس حبيبى

تنفس

كيف حالك؟ ماذا تشعر؟

هل صرخت؟

أسمع ثرثرة... تقول أنك تعذبت...تقول يوجد بركان بداخلك؟

فقط أنا و ذئاب ألاسكا نسمعك

(ضحكة صارخة) هاهاها....

فعلاً، لقد أزاد بركانك سمار بشرتى

PS: for English edition, Check "Caramel Epiphany (Slam Poem) ... Click Here

Kiss Sutra ...

Let me delve in your planet 'mouth' in search for a revelation 

where we bounce between art & lust. 

Your vigor heat my lips and race an endless marathon to create a mantra

That we can both recite one day.

You call me a "KissSmith" while you welder well my appetite;

where our mouth-to-mouth water a thirsty urge  

and all fierceness of our massive bodies weigh-less.

I lose count of all stimulus when our flesh collide; 

and all what remain is the sound of discrete moans

that escalate a fearless crescendo,

steer a laugh when we entr'acte, 

take a blink to look at moist eyes

glancing at one's face to draw a smile

then engage back to the kissing dialogue. 

We reach no climax, neither a peak

even when your tongue climb mine

even when my tongue twirl around yours

even when we spit and exchange fluids. 

We grow breathless but we don't stop

we pause, we rewind, we shuffle

to replay a song we once practiced

that sounds as new everytime

we pause, we rewind, we shuffle. 

We don't trace, nor recall as we tend to forget

to make a new memory of each kiss

that we pause, we rewind to renew and shuffle.... 

Venus.

Black Iris (1926) By Georgia O'Keeffe 

Hey my luscious Venus, pumped with life, where Grey turn into

pink, i lick those pulsating lips, i rub u harshly to generate life.

i smell ur fresh garden, where Grey resist the pink. 
As u shall not stay deserted, i will be visiting you with my fingers, those sharp nails,

and my wet tongue lick you till you breath thru my wetness queen of lust till U leak the juice of desire. 

...;..@

The Light in the Dark Head ...

Self Shot by Self 

In my Rebirth, I don't contemplate much. I don't question anymore and most of all I stopped seeking answers. In my Rebirth I don't remember much of who I was or how I used to do things. In my Rebirth, I lost a thousand memory, I disconnected from a self I was once used to. I can't remember any previous glory or accomplishments if any at all. In my Raw transition, I bounce between my forgotten history and a Deja Vu Moi.

‪#‎Birthday_Note‬ ‪#‎Perfumadelarosa‬

Its better when the Lights ON ...

Don't hide away, don't hide away that body, don't hide behind a cloth or a sheet

Don't hide behind an attitude and don't hide away by closing your eyes. 

When your eyelids drop coz they are used to look down, pull them up manually.

Look at yourself even if you are not shaved

Look in the mirror even when you are not having tidy hair

Look in the mirror even if you find yourself hideous 

Look into the eyes of whom admires you

Look into the eyes of whom insults you

Look into the eyes in a fight as well as when you make love 

Stretch those unshaven arms and look to your hands, your fingers & your nails 

Stretch your unshaven legs and look at your knees, your feet & your toes 

Distant those thighs apart and have a look at your dick, your pussy & what lays in between. 

Its better when the Lights ON

Its better when you can see yourself by yourself

Its better when you can watch and observe humans & things

Its better when you intentionally hit your head to the wall and not accidentally

Its better when you can see a voice 

Its better when you can see those tears, either yours or someone else's 

Its better when the Lights ON 

a dream inside a dream in a Ludus ...

“You looked younger, whiter, wearing that leather pant, laying on ur stomach near the balcony on a sunny day. I unzip your magnificent fashionable fabric and start playing in that firm white ass .. I keep playing till you roll yourself and cum in your favorite hat and here I scream about my facial protein that you just wasted “ … I open my eyes to find myself rolled in your arms and while being sleepy, I speak :” I had a dream about you” … then I fade back to my hazy space and get hook up inside another bad dream that I scream a big NO and get spin and suffocating … I choke and fold within and cry while my eyes still closed … you hold me and whisper that its ok and let me fall back into the dream loop and I find myself awakened on your fingers playing my Venus… 

Lusting over Ludus ...

All those morning photos exchange, for a mood, for a boost, for a sneak of a naked beat of a chest, of a rib, of an arm and a fashion pick. I smile, I grin and I open my chin to capture the scene at my end and fantasize of our next battle over the Ludus court. I shall warm well my bare fists to slap and bite your ass cheeks to hear your cracking laughs of this ticklish child within. I like to keep your juice on, I won’t wash it off, I won’t run to shower, I will carry it for a day or two , this sticky dry elixir liquid leaving this trace once and for all in my head.

I text you in details how I want to have you, how I want to conquer you without conquering you coz it ain’t a conquest, how I want to be sensual with you, how I wanna glide between your legs, Up back to your Torso, crossing your trimmed chest, friction with your teenager hands, how I want to blend my Caramel shade with your ginger skin. I reveal on how I want you to touch me, how I want you to lust me, how I want you to rub against me till I freckle. I even want you to smile when you read my lips spelling those words. I will gaze at you while you carelessly read a book or napping or just daydreaming over the ceiling. I am lusting annoying you while you being serious. I am lusting smelling you over and over till there is nothing more to smell. I would carry your fermon, your sweat, your cum and let the Candles burn upon our Lust. How Can one sleep when in a state of Lust? I will chase my shadow to exhaust the eternal Lust but I know the later will exhaust me and win that I wouldn’t dare to take a medicine for cure. 

The Ludus, My Ludus ...

The sofa that turned into the arena where there is nothing to conquer but one’s  self. You hear ur fears spelled thru someone else’s tongue and realize they are not fears, they are realms of a parallel life that co-existed next to yours with hundred years of moon difference. No distance can’t crossed bodies solve over the Ludus while sipping the mercury as you get forgotten to be free, you get forgotten to EXIST. In my Ludus, my arm is an extension of someone’s leg. In My Ludus,  someone’s hands can fondle my Venus the way I fondle her and the way I like to fondle her. And when my Ludus becomes better than a hundred KamaSutra proposed position, everyone else should throw the book, liberate and sink in their own imagination instead. You don’t kiss much, comparing to average lovers, you don’t kiss enough and my legacy is a passionate kisser. But, was it annoying? Am not sure, I played along and I was not annoyed nor  distracted from the original skill which is being a connoisseur of touching.  

Am glad that porn industry didn’t spam you. Didn’t spam the sensualist in you, didn’t spam ur sexual brain, didn’t spam ur touches, didn’t spam your facial expressions, and I do love this childish smile of yours when you silently express your joy of the momentum.  We rub our flesh back and forth, we go slow motion, we go fast motion. I allow my arms to scrub against your balls, your inner thighs, your upper legs, against your Spartacus and I moan, I moan… We kiss again, we kiss more this time, you kiss, you kiss again. I speak “So now you kiss? … I wanna play”  .. You: “I told you I kiss more and more gradually” .. we laugh and I continue my rub. We feel easy, we breathe easy, the heart still easy, we don’t rush, we drag, we keep dragging and rubbing  and my face expression change, my moan change, I go mute, I close my eyes so I can see your flesh better, so I can smell you better, so I can bite your nipple better, so I can lick your balls better. We kneel on the Ludus arena as if we gonna dance, but we don’t dance, we kiss, we kiss again, and then I open my eyes and look at you with that post fever and think that this was a hypnotizing act anyone would wanna seek. We lay there and start Whiplashing and the night fade as you sleep over my lap while am dragging my hands over your head.

We Let Go, we become the bird who seize the food, be it a moment, a dream or a simple carnal desire,  we just seize food for our soul, for our spirit…