
this gift of an indian summer
that sweltered on our bodies
warming us like a baking oven
is now set aside into memory
as sudden cold winds fall across
the lands and even the gleaming
ibis flies low and cries out as if
in pain
perturbed as if announcing
as toth’s messenger
imminent dangers
dark happenings in the great
mood swings of african nature.
weather reports are always to
be viewed with a pinch of salt
what man does not know and
just guesses
the Ibis knows so much earlier
so much better!
accurate and as if burdened by
that news
they flew above our heads
a few days ago and yesterday
noticing their noisy commotion
today the cold grip of the ‘berg’
extended its icy breath far into
the highveld’s heart
where the country trembles in a
first wintry cold
with our skins chilling and
goosebumps gathering in waves
of shivers
a fever rushes across one’s body
it’s suddenly winter
that arrived in a surprise visit
it’s winter in egoli in just one day.
i have not seen you much around
and sensed you have enough to
do
other people to talk to maybe
i missed your touches
you were gone into a world of
another kind
of picturesque beauty
coastal peace and tranquility
all in a day in this cold
here my mood had changed
from springtime into autumn days.
here the leafs still fall and tumble
nature’s sadness rules and nature
dies in a way that is sudden
not the powerful colorful ways
that arouse one’s senses for beauty
with color splashed out and composed
on masses of trees and huddled bushes
one could for weeks admire in the north
i once called my permanent home.
how much do I miss your love and
this closeness of our minds and
bodies that touch with a longing
that is so enhanced by our voices
that cry and sing-out in utmost
pleasures
whenever we bury ourselves
into the folds of our caresses
whenever our bodies crush into each
other in quickening built-up heat
we both have such great pleasures
to burn in.
like this cold snap that came now
overnight and you were leaving
to a world that you tell me suits
the others
but causes sufferings
to our lives.
i did not realize how deep this world
of hidden desires
has taken hold of heart and soul
has livened up my body’s fallow
lust
in this splendid temple of eros
that we have shaped together
closely to a piece of art
on aza isle
this isle of splendors in white
marble and shining gold
that entails an eternal fire in front
of aphrodite’s sacred altar,
like a fire extended from our hearts
that have fused into each other
entwined our limbs and bodies
we lie in the sacred lagoon and
below the grove with its covers
that are grown from free rambling
wines that twist and turn in the
enjoyment of their freedom
bursting out in pure pleasure and
lust
creating the most sweet and
succulent grapes that bounce above
our heads
whenever we enjoy to stand close
together
touch and rub our bodies like
the vines rub against each other
unclad
our skins and sexes
that are seeking these close-up
hot pleasures day and night.
‘i missed you’ these words contain
the message that percolates
in sadness from your lips
that open for my own lips
that now hurt from withdrawal
symptoms and dryness
since I could not kiss you for so
many days
the way I wanted to.
i hug you close and press you
tight against my body
feel your stirrings creep lustfully
into mine and mingle to more
powerful feelings
amplified.
i want to see your face and kiss
your closed eyes
your tender cheeks and run along
your nose
press my lips softly onto your lips
then more firmly onto yours
pressing more and more
until we want to eat each other up
in these deep kisses
talks of enticed tongues and flesh
and lust and burning want.
and in all that you and I really
want to do to each other.
like the cold wintry day that hit my
skin with a sudden feverish rush
your touches and kisses hit me
now and absorb me
and we bounce our desires back
and forth to such an extent
i rip off your clothes
let my fire spread all over your neck
and your bouncing chest
your tits that spring into life
jutting loose from your soft top
your nipples that gleam in red
and fiery pink
and pierce my skin
that squashes over you.
my cock that sticks into your
bosom’s cushions
rubbing into your glass-hard
nipps that mark its dark pink
head
fucking you and your heart
that extends to me with your
opened mouth
that takes my penis sucking
inside you
lets me touch your most sensitive
your innermost
in this quest for pure lust and
pleasures we want to give each
other right now.
you hold me and caress me to
the utmost and to the point you
want me eagerly in you.
i kiss you
tasting my own scent
in your warm mouth
licking your breasts and gulping
them down into my mouth
rolling my hands across your
hardened nipples
squeezing/biting/and then I turn
you around
and slide along your spine and
to your back and ride your bums
and feel your crack and wetness
open for my fingers, and my hands
spread you wide and open for my
head to find a place of excitement
a spring of juices that I suck so
eagerly into me
to quench my libido’s thirst
but entice my fire for sucking you to
your oncoming height and to your
climactic cries.
you come and want me to come
but I do want to entice you even
more
my cock stroking your clit
rubbing it on head to shaft in this
most intimate of rubbings until
you climax once more.
i slide into you finally
feeling your readiness for me
and your fire
rolling me onto my back you ride me
slowly and enjoying these first slides
that are sensual and a lovers delight
like the first tasting of a new created wine
it pleasures me the way you love me
with this up and down moves where
the feelings are stirred to the utmost
and the body’s lust wants to fly away
and eagerly consume this lust
that we so languidly enjoy.
you ride me in a way I can relax
delay my come that I want to keep
to the last moment
that moment of the ‘little death’
a french poet called it fittingly.
you say ‘touch my breasts’ as you
ride me and my hand is there already
squeezing you/fingers rubbing your
areolas/squeezing your pink nipple
as you cry out in a burst of lust
we ride closer to our heights
faster on this highway to orgasm
your torso arches in delight
and your breasts move up and out
in my hands
your mouth opens and your eyes close
and just a few more pushes
up and down your thighs we race
your cunt contracts on my shaft
i touch your clit and you will come
cry out and draw this sound out
endlessly
and at this moment I want to
shower into you my hot juices
ejaculate into you deeply
my come will be your come
we will clamber and rock into one
i pull you down close to my face
wanting to breathe into you
suck you into my mouth
like your cunt sucks my prick
into you
my total body shudders
disappears into you at an instant
in this perfect fuck
in this sweetest of all fucks
we ever had.
‘fuck me anetha’ i cry
‘i fuck you hard’ you gasp
‘what a glorious day of fucks’
‘fuck you to death’ i cry with you
and we both want to fuck
until we die.
we come/we come/we come
in spasms/spurts/and swirls/
and grabs and tightened holds
your fingers grab my back and
bury themselves deep into my
skin and my hands that squeeze
your bums
squeeze more and my mid-finger
slides into your opened anus hole
i feel your contractions
closing tightly around it
you cry out in your extended come
‘oh sweet fucking you!
the utmost!’
we die together
i still move in you.
we die together in this ‘little death’
in a falling sensation –
together we die.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’02/’20.
cantos libidos continues with the twelth song: titled ‘Sadness’