CunningLinguist

sweltering caribbean sun

breathe,

smell the sweat

on a body in

the sweltering caribbean sun

taste,

the salt on skin

the nectar of lightly tanned flesh

hold,

a body close to yours

hip to hip

fingertip to fingertip

tongues intertwining

melting, swallowing,

tasting

touching

feel

fingers

toes

breast

nipple

back

thighs

hip

belly

naked

want

desire

need

for you.

sweat

from a hot tropical sun

from woman labour

from man labour

blazing heat

from sky

from thighs

inducing sweat

sun kissed

skin glowing

dripping with

sweat

untitled II (carnival 98)

a gift of pleasure

gentle licks on thigh

hip, pussy, neck, body

screaming, giggling orgasms

are all some

passive aggressive

cunniligus inspired

tongue bandits

adore.

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last year i spent two months in london, but the high point of this particular trip was vic`s visit. the boychick and vic came over for a week and amazingly i got see more of london that i usually do, we went to museums, we took a bus tour, we had an adventure.

it was one of the nicest weeks. one of the reasons i think vic wants to move to london, so badly is that no one gave us a second glance, well there was the woman who looked at the boychick holding my hand as we walked away from the natural science museum, but she just looked puzzled. it`s also one of the reasons, i want to get out of trinidad, what i look like doesn`t matter to these people it`s what i capable of.

i love london. i love the diversity of it, i love the food, the pubs, the crowds. yes the crowds, i`m a people watcher and there is no group of people more fascinating than londoners.

this was supposed to be a travelogue but it turned into something else.

the bottom line is the urge to get out of trinidad is getting stronger everyday, somewhere is calling. somewhere where we can be together or at the very least see each other on a regular basis

i very rarely write about my children in here. just never felt the need, they`re an integral part of my life, but i`m extremely cautious when it comes to them. i have two intelligent, precocious, beautiful girls and i worry about the sort of sick freaks that are out there. but i digress from my original point.

yesterday i was taking my younger daughter to her mother and because it was raining we stopped and had lunch in the mall. over lunch, we discussed politics, well as much politics you can explain to a 10 year old. she was curious as to why people would vote for arnie? and the things being said about him in the news. told you she was bright.

over lunch we ran into a parent we knew with her son, they`ve gone on outings and hikes together, so he`s not a stranger. just before they leave he comes over to our table to show her some toy he`s just gotten and i swear to god, she rolls her eyes at him. it wasn`t a literal eye roll, but the sentiment was there. it was amazing to experience. it was sort of, “don`t you see my father and i are discussing matters of importance, get away from me with your trifling nonsense.”

there are times when i worry about what`s going to happen to them when they hit their teens and then moments like this i realise i just have to keep talking to them and it`s the people out there that are going to have to look out for them

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i am an only child, raised alone by mother.

we have our issues, i find it hard to like some of her ways but i am eternally grateful for the person she`s raised me to be.

as i`ve said before my mother was not raised to be a domestic goddess but she imbued in me a sense of self worth and an amazing work ethic.

my mother has massive issues with her mother, making living in this house, stressful to say the least. my grandmother moved here from jamaica a year after my grandfather lingered and died after a robbery. she never forgave my mother for bringing her with nothing to do. my mother has abandonment issues with my grandmother and all these issues come to a head particularly at christmas. making it one of the worst times of year for me. i`ve worked at christmas rather than be at home for their amazingly depressing tirades.

one of the major issues my mother has with me is my father. he left soon after i was born. a couple of points of interest, my father, my paternal grandmother and i all share a birthday. and according to my mother my father and i share a great number of personality traits.

so you can see where this is going. i had to deal with a lot of her anger.

but there was also a lot of love, there were the random drives on sunday evenings, books every month, her unconditional support for everything i ever expressed even a fleeting interest in.

looking back now i realise that i gave my mother a lot of grief but as i`ve gotten older i`m grateful for everything she`s ever done for me and i love her dearly

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today was d-day, in more ways than one, i still haven`t heard from the jamaica people and based on our current financial situation i decided to whore myself out a little longer here.

my resignation still stands but they agreed that i would be full time freelance. which basically means i still show up here, but there are no benefits. [hmmmm, how is that different to now, i wonder]

there is supposed to be an increase, to match my daily rate, but i`m waiting to see that in writing. and i only have to give a week`s notice before i bail.

and that has been my day thus far. well, plus going to the printer to check on the annual report and running about taking pictures of billboards.

i`m tired, i have a headache and i`m broke. what esle is new.

i like doing laundry. i`ve been doing my own for a long time, actually since i started buying my own clothes. my mother has many skills but domestic goddess is not amoung them. her mother sent her off to school to learn more practical skills, she was a hell of a typist in her day and still is a genius of an accountant. just don`t ask her to wash your clothes.

i don`t wash at home however. for two main reasons, there is no dryer and there are dogs in the yard and i find my clothes smell doggy. i`m not a big dog person. i`m not going to kick them or anything, just prefers cats. self maintaining, aloof, that sort of thing. but i digress.

i enjoy going to the laundry mat, primarily because i can wash all my loads at once, pick 4 or 5 washers, load up my clothes and i`m good to go. i can sit with a book and be lulled to the sounds of clothes tumbling in the dryers and the hum of the washers. it`s very, very, very relaxing, no matter how stressed i am after a trip to the laundry, i`m completely rejuvenated.

the highlight of the trip for me is folding the freshly laundered clothes and packing them away. there are few things in the world better than feel and smell of warm fresh laundry.

i usually leave the clothes in the bag when i get home, so when i`m getting dressed the next day, the clothes are still warm.

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i like to drive. i really learned to drive from my mother. when i was growing up we owned a mini and she drove that thing like it was formula one car. i learned about drafting from my mother. my mother would find a bus or truck have it pull us along for and bit the catapult from behind it and away we would go.

trinidad is fairly small and in those days safe enough for a woman and her son to go driving about at random, every sunday, we would pick a direction and go for a drive. the philosophy behind it being, the road had to come out somewhere. and if i didn`t we`d just go back the way we came. in how many years of doing that i don`t think we ever backtracked. i`m not sure if i inherited it from my mother or it was just my presence in the car.

there is a common joke among my close friends that i sold my soul for parking and a sense of direction. it`s damn near impossible for me to get lost. i just seem to know what direction to go in to get to where i need to be.

as for the parking, i think i sealed it with my ex-wife, one christmas eve we went to the mall and i got the parking spot next to the door, just pulled up and there it was.

i can drive anywhere. just put me in a vehicle and i`m fairly comfortable. i think i drove vic`s car the first or second day i was there. [another reason i love vic, she drove stick, a woman after my own heart] side of the road doesn`t matter to me. good tunes, i`ll drive to the ends of the earth.

last time i was in london, i drove from london to dover, took the ferry and then drove to dortmund in germany.through three countries and finally i can say i drove on the autobahn, but it was in a family sedan and when i got an opportunity to drive a bmw on the road, it was with my friend`s mother in the passenger seat, so i had to behave.

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