“Speaking In Code Pt. 2”

Situations usually arise,
where you can’t be as frank…
As you want to be;
I pick up every hint your dropping.

“Everything” your trying to tell me…
You don’t have to explain.

You got one liners that make me know your desires…
Those key words that send memories flooding to the brain, sexual smoke signals on that physical plain.

The looks in your eyes…
How your body works and ticks.
How you slow your speech and the sultry way you show & pucker your upper lip.
I know what you saying before you open your lips…

Come on…
By now i`m fluent at translating your quips, actions and even lisp.
When  your excited, needing or feeling down right devilish…

I got you …

Ready and willing to quench, any internal fires, carnal intentions…
Put out and execute the order to “cease and desist”.

Nowadays your more playful with it.
I can tell, you can’t even help it.
When you hold my hand or tickle my palm;
pat my thighs, hug, release and hold my sides.

Pull me close to feel your heat.
Help me take a bath or rub my feet.
Pose in front of me; but act like your ignoring me…
Telling me lets talk; but your rubbing on me…

Putting your hands in my clothes, talking bout you checking in on me.
Smelling me then smirking and laughing.
Smiling and asking…  “Anything happening?…”

I get it… I get it… small coincidence.

Staring at me in the mirror or a glance at me across the table.
Speak soft or just blow in my ear…

I comprehend every message… loud and clear…

© Da Absentee 2010


As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Rain On A Parade”


As I sit…
as I watch
I reminisce of the pot
looking  in and tasting hot
members move in transition
making him a part of the generation
worth elation

I sit,
step back
to see there is so much more
so much to look for
forward for
help me forget
what I see
is not what I get
this is dreaming…

alternate lifetimes, alternate lifespans
another reality
more for him than for me
we see the dance floor move
see the dresses twirl
see tears turn to smiles
we are here for a while

 dried up make-up
stained dresses of satin
so much detail to the little things
they could file for a patent
what is it I am here for
traveled so far for…

I don’t feel right…

© Da Absentee 2012


The thoughts for this one came together as I was sitting at a wedding reception watching all the happenings go on . Relating it to my own life with a short time travel and coming back to the sights of the evening. In the midst of all the “happiness” I feel off…

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Right Place?”

As I pry & pick, peck & peek
into my being
I take a good look around
to contemplate what is here worth seeing
who or what
would want to see the true me
 I know
I am tarnished, battered and bent
disfigured…  be easily passed over
trampled on and rolled over
I am a soul that wont pass over
what have I to offer
but the sludge that I have built up on my shoulders
I am sinking…
feel like slipping into a coma

© Da Absentee 2011 


I know everyone has their moments when they feel like this… Just wanting to get away from this life. Get away from the miserable foolishness. It’s so many things that can bring us to this point. The real point is never to get to this point.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Taste Bud Observations”



Now we understand, when your in the mood
you really don’t care what you put us through
at least with a plate
you mix it up accordingly
but as a major part of your sensory
we are asking that you use us responsibly

We are expected to translate juices and secretions
misplaced foreign… tastes to the brain
but when you’re in the mood.
We don`t have the time for complaints

Dont take us from salty to sweet
you know from sweat along her neck
to the Kool-aid between her teeth
then back to sweat, then milky; placid
when you suck on her breasts
she still producing… if you didn`t get that yet
then there`s that little grit when you scrape under her breasts

We understand you like to take us while you trace down her back
across her stomach, into the calves and thighs
we thank the heavens you’re not a toes and feet kinda guy
we need a break you lick… way to much
we are not made for that type of stuff

Then you proceed
to put her snatch in your mouth
pubic hairs are all about in our mouth
trimmed are sticky, out are plush
we understand
the brain communicates your rush
excuse us
but how about not putting those in your mouth
do you know what goes down in that southern region
urine, blood, shit, cum possible yeast

Us… us; you just mistreat
when you slurp, lap, swallow, spit
we don’t care if she scrubs it
until its polished clean
it was there before

We  know you know what we mean
we are dissatisfied
with your actions in the heat of your moments
when your in the mood
for you, not for us
your getting is good…


Sometimes I laugh at the things that cross my mind…

As Always…

Stay Positive!