Your voice is an echo kissing my ear

Your scent is sandalwood and verbena

Your taste is a lingering temptation on my tongue

Your touch is tactile elation on my skin

Your image shimmers behind my closed eyelids

Wrapped in all that I can touch… scent, taste, see and hear
Thoughts rushing headlong from Past to Present tense
And I long to reclaim and leave behind my fear
And to trust once again in my sixth sense

~ kei
17 June 2015

©Hans Markat

The Five Senses by Hans Markat



When you say that you haven’t had sex in three years and you’re trying to get into a gal’s pants; it’s important to be specific. If you mean that you haven’t had sex with gnus in three years, or wildebeest or Peruvian wombats; please do make that distinction.
Whatever it is that you HAVEN’T had sex with.


Like your girlfriend – and the other one – your flings round the world, your wife and every other normal average woman; we assume that when you are making that statement to US, that you mean you haven’t had and aren’t continuing to have, sex with another woman!

Crazy right?!

I know MY response would have been significantly different. I would have you double bag that thing. Yup. Cut the fingers off a Playtex glove and get that covered wouldja?

Well I’m off to the clinic.


~ kei
7 December 2014

Still Burning Bright

I have had to relearn trust in my instincts

There was trepidation in breaking it off

Was that niggle in my brain just residual fear?

Let’s face it

I’m pretty canny, quick wits, quick feet and can scent a predator but

I got took down by the King of Big Game Hunters on the Internet Serengeti

Not this time though

Validation comes from the strangest places
I find the truth of my life in strangers’ faces

Too bad that other’s can’t yet see
But that one revelation is enough for me

Sniffed you out like Tanqueray
Now I’m The One That Got Away

I may be twice shy but I’m not twice bitten
You messed around with the wrong Kitten

~ kei
6 December 2014

Tiger Woman black white

Tyger, tyger…