Bodies Improvisational
By
Steve Blacksmith
©Steve Blacksmith
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for picking up this book. I sincerely hope that you like it. This piece was written as part of a larger project where I attempted to write 1,000,000 words in one year. The aim of the project is still a bit unclear, but I’m certain that it will eventually have something to say about the ephemeral nature of our modern literature. So much is being created that it may very well be that “classic” works of literature are no longer being cemented into the public consciousness, even though they are absolutely still being written.
With the increasingly widespread implementation of AI in order to generate new works of art with little effort on the part of the self-described “AI Artists”, it may soon be clear whether or not us authors are a dying breed. What I have given you is my blood, sweat, tears, and soul on a whole hell of a lot of pages. Everything you will read in this project has come straight from my mind with absolutely no AI assistance.
In order for this project to work, I need your help to let me know if you read this book. Please visit www.steveblacksmith.com and leave a little note. Once you are done with this book, feel free to give it to someone else or tell them where they can get a copy.
As a special note for Bodies Improvisational, none of these poems are based on real experiences with real people. This is a book about sex and sensuality, and I felt it necessary to keep these poems based on hypothetical moments and my own wants, desires, turn-ons and fantasies.
Thank you and enjoy!
Poem Page Guide
7. Garden
8. Ambrosia
9. Sweat
10. Leggings
11. A Fair Trade
12. Worth It
13. Pan’s Labyrinth
14. Filmmakers
15. Pick-up Line for the Apple Store
16. Cool Down Heat Up
17. Sinful Saucer
18. Surface Tension
19. Hierarchy of Needs
20. That’s My Q
21. Horizontal Cha Cha
22. Your Want
23. Noise
24. F Your Friends
25. Pilgrimage
26. Dream Girl
27. Swell then Repeat
28. Senseless
29. Let’s Get Loud
30. Temple on the Mound
31. Mental Picture
32. Fuck, That’s Hot
33. Jeep
34. Bumper Stickers
35. Worship You
36. Story Structure
37. Sommelier
38. Joy Ride
39. Please
40. Destroy Me
41. Go Out with a Smile
42. Sacrilege
43. Wrap Me Around
44. Empty Pockets
45. Take the Lead
46. Poker Face
47. Breath
48. Cobra
49. Name
50. Blast Off
51. Thrill Me/Kill Me
52. Your Sex Gave Me a Concussion
53. Nerves
54. Inked
55. Suspend
56. Undercovers
57. Smack
58. Sensuous
59. Translations
60. Pre-Work Workout
61. Order Up
62. An Eye for That Ass
63. Contact
64. Let’s
65. JOI
66. Riot in the Sheets
67. Halloween
68. Electricity as Euphemism
69. Position
70. Choke Me Softly
71. That Rare Urge to be Stepped On
72. Match My Sin
73. Mind’s Eye
74. Inspo
75. Explorer
76. Moments
77. Smooth Jazz
78. Snow Day
79. Senses
80. One Shot
81. Vocal Warm-Ups
82. Camping
83. Want
84. Perfection
85. Facedown
86. Sense This
87. Baptism
88. Storm
89. Eyes
90. Break Me
91. Lap
92. Choices
93. Communion
94. Take You to Church
95. Know
96. Palate
97. Pioneer
98. I’m a Busy Man
99. Sip
100. Make-Up Sex
101. Werewolves
102. Rodeo
103. Where There’s Smoke
104. Last Meal
105. It’s a Good Thing
106. Medieval Times
107. Rhythm
108. Pet
109. Bad Magic
110. Lips
111. Dirty Words
112. Sicko
113. Judge
114. Mugged
115. Combination
116. Undress
117. Tithe
118. Take
119. Earthquake
120. Old Scottish Poem #232
121. Sensory Deprivation
122. Constellations
123. Thank God
124. Sensual
125. Live Here
126. Misspoke
127. Little Death
128. Essence
129. All Great Options
130. She’s the Murderer
131. Recount
Garden
I would spend eternity estranged from God
Just to taste your forbidden fruit
Ambrosia
I tasted you and couldn’t sleep
In knowing you were mine to keep
Your lips like fine amphetamine
A truly pure, divine plating
I fed under your quaking hip
And lapped up every nectar drip
You bit my neck and ichor poured
A golden gloss your taste restored
Sweat
Beaded drip of job well done
Flood us forth a salted sea
Glisten from the setting sun
Rain me down your canopy
Drink of me a cyclone’s swell
Full ahead, no anchor down
On your skin my tongue will dwell
Hover near and watch me drown
Leggings
There lives this sexy fantasy
In which you wear that little skirt
With your leggings not covering
Where you had torn them underneath
First, you drop something of yours
Smile sweet and blow a kiss
Then you turn your back to me
Bend over and start the show
Turn to me and know you’ve sold
A bold idea born in lust
Walk accomplished to me waiting
Feel my bulge engorged with want
When this movie starts to end
It does not do so at the climax
All I need’s to feel your warmth
Wrapped so tightly on my cock
A Fair Trade
I would bleed for you, my love
If that was what you wanted
Cut my palm and squeeze it tight
Drip it down to fill your cup
Paint a picture in my ochre
Pen a letter in my ink
It would seal a bond eternal
Cast your bloody ritual
Set and bind me to allegiance
Make me bend under your rule
I would let you have my blood
But you cannot have it all
All I ask is leave me some
So I have parts left to please
Worth It
I think it’s sexy when you taste me
As I’m covered full in you
It’s also sexy when I taste you
As you’re covered full in me
If neither of us disagree
Can we just meet in the middle?
Coming close to taste each other
With a kiss so hot we burn
Pan’s Labyrinth
How can anyone be straight
When wherever you can turn
Is a beautiful new human
For whom your passion can burn?
Be they man, woman or enby
Or anyone they may wish
It’s their mind and soul, I think
That can make someone a dish!
Filmmakers
Let us make a little movie
One we can watch in our mind
As I’m moving in and out
Of your sexy, firm behind
We’ll record on psychic reels
Ones where memories are stored
Tape the vision and the feels
Have the playback leave us floored
Give our editors a call
Have them cut a final print
Give a polish to it all
Make it sexy, make it mint
And when on a lonely night
We’ll set up our own projects
Have us climax from the footage
Of the hottest, reel sex
Pick Up Line for the Apple Store
When I’m done with you
You’ll be like an iPhone
That’s been dropped in a pool
They’ll have to cover you
Head to toe in rice
Just to get you dry again
Cool Down Heat Up
I could be your personal trainer
Though I have no certifications
What I have are strong desires
To see how well I could stretch you
Sinful Saucer
I have no dietary restrictions
When it comes to you
The things I’d lick off your body
This carnal tasting menu
Would more than satisfy
The strongest appetite
And for dessert
The sweetest cream
Surface Tension
Can you feel the graze of my lips?
Drug so light across your surface
Careful not to dive too deep
And overwhelm with righteous displacement
Hierarchy of Needs
Maslow wasn’t speaking for me
The only thing that I need
Is to make you see God
That’s My Q
Quaking lips
Quivered touch
Quickened breath
Quantitative moisture
Waiting in anticipation
For a merciful release
I want only the best
For my Queen
Horizontal Cha Cha
One night and we two to tango
Spicy as flamenco spree
For fun we bailar La Bamba
Tapping to our victory
Feel your body move in mine
A poised response reciprocate
For finale full and flourish
Raise a gasp to celebrate
Your Want
Choke me with a light touch
Not enough to really hurt
But enough to know you could
As you quickly take control
Ride me without thinking of me
I don’t matter in this game
Just to satisfy yourself
Is what I admire of you
Tell me what you want and surely
I will cave to your demands
Any way to serve my lovely
As exquisite as the taste
Like a herald of salvation
I am wholly glad you came
Now to worship at your temple
Praying only for your blessing
Noise
Scream so loud you steal my ears
I’ll do the same and lose my voice
Fuck so hard the Earth will quake
Now we’re really making noise
F Your Friends
Remember to support your friends
It takes just moments to be kind
Let them know they can depend
You're someone they can get behind!
Pilgrimage
I can’t say I’ve not been driven
So damn crazy by that skirt
And the treasures that await
In the oasis beneath
Dream Girl
You enchanted my dreams again
Came into my room
Infiltrated my head
Pierced the veil of reason
Controlled me with desire
You told me what it was you wanted
Detailed every need
Caressed each surface
Spoke your incantations
Danced ritual movement
You possessed me with your body
Entranced my very soul
Conscribed my aching bones
Ripped out my tender marrow
And truly made me yours
You haunted my dreams again
Swell then Repeat
Cover ourselves electric
Spreading colors to our world
Vibrant hues scream out symphonic
In a synesthetic rapture
Trigger all the ends repeating
An apocalyptic coda
Or a leitmotif of moaning
Digging in to prospect more
And the grind - it isn’t finished
Not to selfishly demand
That another is to follow
At crescendo, large and last
If your eyes no longer open
As you’re breathing out in space
Just collapse and let us witness
Your notes hanging in the air
Senseless
There is no sensation
In my hands
All feeling left my limbs
As blood flowed elsewhere
I could not regulate my breath
Too many “fucks” said
Too many half-gasps
Too many hoarse moans
I swear I’ll never regain my senses
My mind has warped
Tossed out of whack for good
Knocked askew and satisfied
And yet you smile
How did you do that?
Breathe comfortably forever
With a full mouth of hard work
I’m heaving here like a dying man
In pure disbelief
That my soul did not abandon
When your lips enveloped me
Let’s Get Loud
Thrusting deep to fill the air
With rhythm beat on tempo moan
An add-on to a lush soundscape
As natural as ancestral wind
Amending isolated talk
Of “touch me there” and “fuck me here”
For freedom lives in primal space
Once we accept our part to play
Temple on the Mound
I yearn to worship at your temple
Pray to taste baptismal spring
Ignite the soft incense of you
A sacred smoke to fill the air
I drop onto my grateful knees
To fall upon a cushioned pew
At which point hence I sing your name
And praise in holy sanctuary
Mental Picture
I’ve got a picture of you
Not to post on my wall
But in my archives
A digital image fails to impress
As a poor facsimile
Of elastic memory
Were that my eye as good in lens
As it performs
When I look you over
But a camera can’t capture
All the ways I can picture
Your body on mine
Fuck, That’s Hot
There is nothing I love more
Then when you want me to see
How you drop onto the floor
Just to taste yourself on me
Jeep
We shook that jeep so hard
I felt like Nedry and you
A ravenous dilophosaurus
Bumper Stickers
“If you’re going to ride my ass at least pull my hair”
Is good advice when we are bumper to bumper
It’s not like we’re in desperate need of a rear ending
But the way we’re going, we’re asking for a fender bender
Worship You
There are pages in the Bible
That did prophesize your body
There are walls of holy text
That fill archives with your name
Nostradamus long foretold
Of the sweetness of your lips
And in grimoires scholars wrote
All the ways you’d make men sin
Still, we line up in the circle
Just to glimpse into your book
Bound in ancient, leather skin
Of the ones you loved before
Offered, sacrificial flesh
Given freely with a smile
For a chance at your communion
Of your host with which we’re saved
Story Structure
I filmed myself cum last night
Not the act, but just my face
Such a primal, raw performance
Staring in the camera’s eye
And in thinking of the capture
Who was it intended for?
If not anyone who wanted
To see me at my most bare?
If my gaze could tell the story
Then we wouldn’t need a cut
To another angle’s presence
Or exposing intertitle
We can trust to tell the story
From the action to the climax
And the smile at the end
Saying “journey is complete”
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