Earth Gift
I will bend you
take you by the hair
slap you
turn you
around and around
I will fuck you
up the ass
and between your legs
shove in
pull out
blow me over
I will slam you
up against that wall
your breasts against my chest
grinding away
two souls
two bodies
in the heat
I will torment you
eat you
feed on you
rape your thoughts
and bite at your tits
I will bang away
at your pussy
push harder
deeper each second
my head will go
in and out
in and out
I will be in black
you in your nightgown
slipped over your waist
I can smell you now
Taste your blood
as I bite your scarred lip
Taste your tears
as you yell in pain
in joy
I will look down at you
as you take my cock
in your mouth
suck it
all down
down your throat
until I give you
a gift from the earth
an earth gift.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.10.16.18:28:00@NYC
Erotic is...
a midnight wonder
a slick date
a shy pussycat
a feather
an ice cube
a shower above
a cold touch
cozy socks
and flannel pj’s
back rubs
family and friends
your place or mine
today or tomorrow
sunsets and sunrises
the bay shore and the gulf of
cruises without bruises
no fighting or war
troubles gone with sorrow
news of good; not evil
clouds that bring sunshine
memories, in the memory box
communication
partners whom speak
beating down; that sunshine
doves, blue birds, and penguins too
arches, golden, an inspiration
sex over there, sex over here
seas, oceans, and a bed of roses
petals, fields, fluffy puffy stuff
backyard swing sets
barbecue spice
holiday time
seasons in the air
fresh baked
no mother is fake
your grandmother’s stories
sister’s too
your friend’s best cherished orb
and your last year’s card
Erotic is...
a fireplace
a hearth felt warm
cotton, earth tones, valleys too
boundaries and contributions
covered by law, conquered by bridges
babies, a kitten’s first light, a kangaroo’s hop
a skip skip, skip to my loo
a mountain top,
a scotch
and a cover band
the jetsons, play-doh, and scooby-doo
Mr magoo, where are you?
an island with gilligan,
and a Family in the All
Whose line?
i’m not sure,
ask benny or monty,
they are erotic too
a wim wenders film
a crashing car?
latex, lace, and leather too
handcuffs, silver, a beggar’s change
a tribal beat
a fresh piece of meat
a heavenly god
mary’s st jude
lucifer’s actions
and god on his knees
art
poetry
your music inside your head;
let’s get wed.
numbers and letters
jumble too
jingle all along the way
and then one day -
E R O T I C A ! !
E R O T I C A ! !
a fourth floor song
a street on 42nd
come, cum to the place
a grand ‘ole time
25 cents a 125 channels
Erotic is....
a Miami girl
a Sarajevo accents
a womyn on a television
the weather person’s prediction
a heroin’s addiction
a guy named nixon
i think a cat will need a fixin’
Erotic is....
strawberries, whipped creme, bananas too
strap-ons, if you can’t handle it - -
you shouldn’t be here
or in there
or able to
read, right of the nation
political nation
songs about peace
agony on the streets
Please, a Warhol cover
a tune to make a lover
Please, a Warhol show
they won’t ever,
ever,
be this low
Erotic is....
that first kiss,
a bear hug
when that train pulls up...
out pops your lover
your lover
a gaze into an eye
amber or gold
blue or oceana
green or pigment
a raised eyebrow
or nothing more
pollution making beauty
a stunned white nudity
Erotic is....
at that moment,
...
that one moment in time...
when you realize...
he is for you...
she is for you...
together, a moment,
shared but understood...
loved.
the feeling...
nothing can explain it...
Its Erotic.
erotic - adj; 1. of, devoted to, or tending to arouse
sexual love or desire <~art>
2. strongly affected by sexual desire
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.09.28.23:00:00@NYC
Enter
Capture the moment
A hand held tightly
A fist to clench
The bed sheets at high noon
The petals of rose buds
Circle around your waist
I come in to enter
As you peel back slowly
I come in to enter
As you water the new
I come in to enter
As you stretch for the light
I come in to enter
As you breathe in the warm sex smell
You have all around you
Joyous colors
Of every shade
I come in to enter
As you dim the light
I come in to enter
As you tear down the walls inside
I come in to enter
As you uncover the romantic collection
A captured moment filled with thirst
You see the mirror
I film you without horror
I come to enter you
From above and beyond
I come to enter
Forever and ever
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.05.00:00:00@31USQWNYC