Hardcore Romance

Refrigerator Poem

SFCityDom (c) 2008

Wow

Very Powerful.

That Last Hit

SFCityDom (c) 2007

The last time
That hit

That sweet-complicate smoke
Swirling through her mouth and racing in my brain

Moments of fear and angst
Within hours of pleasure

Threats of
Flesh and Friction

The moment is done
Never long enough

That next hit
Never soon enough

Quit?
There is no rehab

Where is my kit
Only the fix will do

You Will Never Know

SFCityDom (c) 2006

You will never know

The darken tortured choices
Made in a moment

Impacting a lifetime
Replayed

Forced head
A forked position

Trapped by hubris
To be imperfectly flawless

The fore thought
Believed complete

A labyrinth
Without a solution

You will never know

Failing Me

SFCityDom (c) 2006

For a week, it has failed me
I can’t get it right

My fingers can’t find the phrasing
that subtly captures my raw thoughts

they need to be said
they need to be heard
they need to be read

I type over and over again
Backspacing and deleting as fast as typing forward

I am sorry
I hoped you would understand

What is it!
I need to be able to explain it

FUCK ME

Do You Know What You Do

SFCityDom (c) 2006

Low riding jeans
Leaning over at the coffeehouse

High riding g-strings
Sitting on the stairs at lunch

My cock goes hard

Slaves mark
No mark

Two dimples
A place for cum

My cock goes hard

I am a pig
I am a man

You are a slut
You are an angel

My cock goes hard

Do you know what you do

sex Is

SFCityDom (c) 2005

Sex is the medium
a Tube of paint
a pencil
paper
the tangible STUFF

we can all become Artist

masturbation is doodling
we have ALL done it
But, few claim to be experts
some do it when on the phone
others to while-a-way the time
It is OK, safe, and convenient
But, it is crumpled up
tossed into the waste can and soon forgotten

FUCKING is graffiti
the art of the street
Men do it more often
self indulgent
without concern for others
It is base, reactive, soulless, and for the moment
It will NEVER last
Within time it is sand BLASTED away

Making Love is the Artist’s work
It is done for PASSION, LOVE
and often for reason unknown, to even the master
It is the reason the artist lives
Sometimes we weep after we create
We put our souls into the piece
It will last forever
NO ONE can take it away from you

I have doodled
I have sprayed a wall
And Yes, several of my works are hanging in the Louvre

I don’t know why I find the brush
in my hand Today

I want to paint you a master piece