Menage a Trois (minus 1)

flaccid, soft and smooth
first kiss and I felt life force
as tongues intertwined in erotic passion
deeply down both throats

as each touch, the fingering went deeper
the throbbing became hard to refrain
the scent of pussy filled the room
it was becoming hard - to hold back

firm nipples of the suckled breasts
ready to provide life milk to the babe
as nectar began to drip
and flower began to open in full blossom

no longer could I withstand
and I erupted in large amounts
the hot cum load burst onto my chest
over my head and onto the wall

down my hands and between my thighs
never once were the two girls aware of my orgasm
never once did they break their embrace
only a passioned sigh from one of the twins

suckle of honey

cold from the outside
seeping in thru the cracks
to hold you is warmth, but
passion rises from the heat

what if and would you allow me
to suckle from your breasts
as I warm and get my fill
of mother's sweet milk

and if I penetrate you deeply
and fill you to the swollen brim of your lips with pollen
will you bloom and let flow
your scented nectar to share

could I sip from the mixing of passion's juice
my mouth to yours
as we drift away in ecstasy
the snowball grows and grows

Fight Back the Tears

If I can fight back the tears,
I can still be a man
My hands now bound against the world,
and I can no longer win the bread

Stripped of pride and dignity,
yet not my heart or ability
The only way I can...still be a man,
is to fight back the tears

I wonder what I have done,
and for how many more years
I can still be a man,
if I fight back the tears

Thanksgiving Day

Today I gave thanks
that Dennis pulled thru
he walked on the edge
three weeks with the angels
guess they heard our pleas
not sure how he feels about it
but they brought him back
for now.. http://greggorycrowquatrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-dennis.html

Ode to Joey

Leonard Joe Zelaski , LCPL - E3 - Marine Corp.
March 2nd, 1968 - TET Offensive
Quang Tri Province
Quang Viet River
Casualty, KIA
Small Arms Fire, Gun

Hey Joe,
I remember the day man
the day the shitty green station wagon pulled up
two guys dressed in OD green
I remember they had to show you under glass
like serving up a pheasant
Your Mom got a Silver Star Joe
they said you died a 'hero'
saving one of your own



I traced your name from the black granite wall
I'll see you later...okay?

If Only

If only when I thought of you
The sun would touch your face
If only when I called your name
You could feel my warm embrace

If only I could say once more
How much you mean to me
If only I could let you go
Leave what shall be shall be

Each day these things I ask above
For the heavens on high to show
As my eyes gaze towards the sky
If only the answer was not no

So yet another tear I cry

Ode to Dennis

They say you may not make it
Pneumonia is taking it's toll
So I held your hand and talked to you
I asked you not to go

I made small talk and silly jokes
Reminded you of Bullwinkle too
Anything I thought would help
As I watched the monitors for a clue

I asked God not to take you now
I asked you to stay awhile
And as selfish an act as that may seem
It came out of my love for you pal

I know your life has been hell on earth
Your mind was tormented for years
And I know the big sleep will bring you peace
But it will also bring a flood of tears

And if you find you have to go, then go easily my brother
But I need to tell you this one thing first
There is a great big family here around you, of which I am but one
This is hurt for all of us, but for me it seems the worst

We are asking God not to take you yet; and asking you to wait
With us your life is not done
We need you here among us, your Mom & Dad, Sis and Dave...
So please stay a little longer man, don't step into the grave

So now that the darkest of hours are near
We ask you thru Gods voice to stay
We aren't ready for this Dennis
You can put this off for now; pick it up another day

Come back to us and stay
There will be time for this...another time, another day