Mamooshka , Our Chocolate Syrup, Whipped Cream & Handcuffs by the Bard of Bat Yam,, Poet Laureate of Zion

Chocolate Syrup, Whipped Cream and Handcuffs
Three simple ingredients
For an edible ecstasy
Cool metal glinting
Skin tasting sweet
Sweat lacing the syrup salty

Satin sheets and oil
Let me rub your skin
Until it glistens
Soft sheets and the scent of patchouli
Skin feeling soft
Oil warming it to the touch

Sweet and soft
Rough and creative
Whatever you want
You shall have it within the hour
It's true I need to be myself
But when we slip between the satin sheets
I'll still mold myself
Into everything you've ever wanted

Mamamooshka , When I’m Missing You by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

When I’m missing you,
I walk to the river’s edge.
Frozen or free-flowing,
it soothes me;
sends me back to our small adventures.
Stargazing. Fireflies.
All-day swimming.
Long goodbyes.
No matter how cold it is outside,
our summers warm me,
and we’re together again.

Mamamooshka, I gently praise the private process, by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

I gently praise the private process,
of undressing
prized and ever present:
that deeply drumming, flawless
pulse, enlivening all reticent
of your skin,
that delicate bloom of trust,
unfolding in the jessamine
light of stardusted
approval,
that calm conflagration,
hastening the removal
of presumption, embarrassment,
and priggishness.
I gently praise the private process,
of undressing
prized and ever present.

Mamamooshka .... The Tastes of Us by the Bard of Bat Yam , Poet Laureate of Zion

Warm breath grazing
Swollen pink lips
Opened flower petals
Dripping luscious nectar
Tongue tip exploring
Stirring inner fires
Body trembling wildly
Sweet juices flowing
Thirst drinking deeply
The taste of you


Softly teeth brushing
Twitching crimson shaft
Rock hard sculpture
Chiseled from desire
Silken lips accepting
Coaxing forth eruption
Hips thrusting quickly
Thick essence exploding
Throat swallowing greedily
The taste of me


Bodies together facing
Senses open expanding
Nerves alive burning
Feather touches tingling
Mouths meeting crushing
Tongues twisting mingling
Salty sweet sharing
The taste of you
The taste of me
The taste of us

Mammooshka ...The Question of our Concave Backs by the Bard of Bat Yam Poet Laureate of Zion

Always Question the knowledge of the day,
Like that which concludes Daring’s degradation.
Wisdom grows in the silent sublimation
Of Desire, starved for Ages, Yet Ready to Convey
It’s Healthy Fruit
To the Open, Fearless, and Astute.
No surprise the few have fashioned
Passion
As their special prerogative:
undoubtedly the evidence of vindictive
machinations
employed for rule,
not Regard.
Our Concave Backs suggest not mules
To harness for pathless yards.

Mamooshka ....I miss your touch, your embrace, your smell,

I miss your touch, your embrace, your smell,
Why am I in this hole, my personal hell.
I miss you so much I can't help to cry,
So much loneliness I'm about to die.
Sitting alone under the stars so bright,
I wish you were here holding me tight.
Everyday without you feels like eternity,
I wish the day will come that you can be with me in perpetuity.
The memories we shared all seems but a dream,
But then I remember your sweetest word,  I start to scream.
My love please come back I need your breath,
I will love you forever even after death.

Mamooshka ....Your smile is amazing by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

Your smile is amazing
Your beauty so true
Your eyes shine like stars
They will see our love through

You're a gift from the angels
They made you in heaven
The girl that I dreamed about
Since I was eleven

You came into my life
And you turned it upside down
You're an absolute princess
Worthy of more than a crown

I promise you everything
Everything I have to give
I promise to love you
As long as I live

You're my absolute world
You mean everything to me
You're perfect
And you always shall be

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And I love you