I
Have
A
Trumpet,
Put
Your
Lips
Around
It
Blow It hard, and watch me smile....

You were a friend to the end but the urge to
do it finally closed myeyes, when I opened
them yourlife had ebbed away. Just silence
which cleansed the screams away.

I knew what I had to do, I had thetools ready
to do those unspeakable things to you, but never
worry your not here any more just a cadaver
that will soon be in pieces all over my floor.

I use my knife cut you from throat to your *******
whoops I just chopped of your meat and veg ****
it you don't need them any more. I play with
your  ribs blood once warm now cold in my hands.

I think of a xylophone as I tap the knifes, dull noises
but they sound like musical notes, I smirk and laugh
a bit thinking of what you would think, as I play
musical notes down on your ribs and laugh some more.

I take your heart, it slips on to the  floor, ok mate it
slipped from my hands, don't look like that you don't
need it anymore. I unravel your intestines as they unravel
over the floor, reminds me of spaghetti just needs meat *****.

I have played enough, parts of you on me, I tasted part
of your liver like Hannibal lecture, I wish I could tell you
this but it tastes like horse.

I cut patches from your back, parchment a canvas of
skin so I draw, blood is my paint as I draw a skull,
then a dove you are free like the bird, no pain or
fear any more.

I feel no regret, you were a friend, but I use your
blood for hand print pictures on my wall as I
put it on my face on my chest.  I write I am the killer
and now I am complete the circle of life is complete
as I get the knife and move it across then I paint
with my blood now across the walls.

I feel tired, but I am in a red sea of peace the room
once white now red is painted on the walls. I think
of what I have done, I cant help who I am no one could
have changed me I've done what I have done I'm at
peace now slumped on the floor.

She's open like a 9 till 5 store, night
shift worker short skirt cleavage
enhancing bra, making it look like
she has more than she has got. She
can offer you different services, its
just how much paper you have in
your wallet to what you get and see.

She smiles, does the deed she'll
swallow for extra, but she asks are
you clean? She smiles when finishes
licks the last bit off her mouth, she
gets out and again walks the street
to find the next drive by wallet, that
wants some late night fun.

She smiles when she sees you but
under that smile is disgust, a job not
wanted not wrote on her next CV. A
single mother with no job, a friend
looks after the baby, a job not wanted
she throws up after every meet.

The world is not what you think, some
do this 9 to 5 job not because they like
it, but to pay bills to put food on the
plate. Because no one is going to help,
the father ran out and left her with
the baby. She is strong for her little one
and does this so she can care for her
baby. hoping that one day she'll
not need to walk the streets.

I am a love machine, I'm pre lubricated
for your enjoyment  as wet as you wish
me to be. I can morph to what ever you
wish me to be,  fancy different parts I
can do this optical changing retina, I
can be green, ocean blue, I can have orange
or black that would scare others but not
you or her or me.

I can be blonde, brunette I can be green
haired or as bald as you want me to be.
You want a man or a woman a half and
half just tell me what size and  Ill surprise
you I'm programed not to harm unless
you want me to.

I'm a love machine, you can strangle
me, cut me I can die like its real while
your still inside fulfil your sickest
fantasy, I can bleed on the silk sheets
I can fulfil your funniest, scariest fantasy
I am just a machine I am programed to
show you what you want to see lets talk
or **** its no difference to me.

I'm just a machine, don't expect love or
think ill leave with you, as long as you
pay ill make you happy. Then when you
leave,  I'm washed repaired, ready for the
next desperate soul that wishes to fulfil
their  next fantasy...

I wish to scream, to explode
the mirror in front of me, I
see unclean, I see weakness
within me.

I wish I could hit out, to remove
this fear with in, to hide the marks
given to me for just being me.

My rage and anger are deep, but to
you I am weakness never a chance
to fight back as you stain my child
hood with violence bruises where
others can not see.

You install terror and fear, is this a
life worth this much pain will it
ever end will I be free.

Silent screams at the mirror as I see
only weakness that you have made
me feel, I am, I will not give up I
maybe just a child but I will grow
and then one day the fear you will
fear will not be on me but retribution
for the push bag you made me..

I laughed and giggled I let out one
then two they were rather loud,
whoops I laughed out,  one more
followed they really stunk too.

I was in hysterics my friends thought
I was gross, but they laughed to, it
was like a baby ***** had exploded
in the room, the laughter was followed
by heaving that regurgitated smell
not leaving the room.

The laughter reached new levels, my
sides were hurting to, but then I
felt one brewing, and so I did push
to make it a special brew.

My laughter was short lived as a
wet guff came out, followed by
a wet feeling going down my leg.

My friends were laughing till a
brown patch appeared on my
trousers and a log dropped out
of my trousers and on to the floor.

Silence seemed like forever then
they laughed out louder than before
heaving and running for the door.

I was red faced, I couldn't move fast
enough to the toilet as another log
fell on the floor, I pulled down and
my  boxers were a brown stain,
where they were once sky blue before.

Never again would I push out a ****
for the crowd, for you never know
what may come a guff of putrid air,
or the embarrassing wetness down
your leg and on to somebody's floor...

I see you and I think you need
a stroke, my hairy little friend,
purring as I stroke you gently
my nails caress your skin,
heightened purring teasing you
no words need to be spoke.

I move my fingers side to side,
your starting to get excited, you
love me teasing you more, I
glide my fingers across your lips
wet juices start to flow inside.

I caress in-between my fingers
feel you wetness excited are
we as my fingers explore, I
touch that spot, side to side
my fingers caress you moan
saying you want more.

My fingers explore further
down my tips find that point
and dive deep in to your pool
of wetness.

As in and out not  all the way
motioned to keep at it more
juices flow around and on to
the sheets below.

You tighten up and I know
the time is near, you crave my
fingers even more one more
push and you explode, my
fingers wetter than before.

I feel you tighten around my
fingers shock waves flow over
your body I push my fingers
deeper finishing you of as you
lay relaxed and fulfilled, now
its my turn but she says she
to relaxed now,

''HOW RUDE''

I say, but she drifts of to sleep
fulfilled, open mouthed I ****
her juices from my fingers the
only action ill see, your juices
now cold on my fingers as I
**** the last from my finger,
before I too go unfulfilled to sleep.

Sensual pain like no other
Practiced on a submissive lover
As the hand slaps fast
Naked flesh hit at last
***** agony belongs to you
In your mind, doing what you do
Naughty thoughts connect somehow
Good girl I will call you now

Your mind, I can read through the mirror of dark eyes,
no iris reading technology this, an ancient practice of lovers
disagreement creeps in to your naughty mind
don't I read it's alphabets and words?
you still smile and act amiable,
just to mislead me and  hide your war tactics.
this little game of ours has a subtext of lust,
in bed we translate it to a physical duel
half moons of my nails etch  blood mark all over  your back
your sharp teeth, give quick bites, lips nibble my earlobes,
love play quickly become a rough and tumble game
when you are the naked aggressor sitting above, I the victim,
moving up and down, we inch forward to culminate in sweet thunder,
you have your sweet revenge, my lover, like in times before,
dissolving your disagreements, in my willing surrender
to your charm,  warm naked body's entrapment, every time my dream

A flasher opens
his trench coat,
the ladies laugh
out loud,
HOW SMALL IS THAT
Is it that  COLD
the ladies are
heard shouting
out, the flasher
embarrassed sulks
away, with his belittled
ego and his tiny
mushroom under
his rain coat, never
was he seen again.

My fingers caress your body
like a paint brush, I paint each
part slowly to know the points
which are the sensitive to my
brush on your canvas skin.

My lips are the red, they touch
your canvas slowly, as I move
over it goose bumps and moans
as sensitive parts are touched
skin to lips the canvas reacts.

I dip my fingers in to your awaiting
paint box, your ecstasy as my
brushes slowly dip in and out,
I dip once more and lick the
tips a taste of perfection now
painted on my lips.

You are my canvas of sin, I will
paint pleasure on your skin, my
fine brushes are lips as they
caress the canvas and my fingers
are the the hard brush strokes
against your flesh as they dip in
around your paint box my fingers
tasted your pleasure within.

You are my naked canvas, that I
will turn in to my master piece of
pleasure, skin to skin are paints
will mix and pleasure is our brush
stokes on each others skin.

I imagine your lips at the curve of my neck
Where soft white skin stretches like satin,
Inviting you to bite my shoulder.
Oh, feel free, I would love to feel your teeth there,
Bite until I breathe in sharply, and shiver.
I may try to pull away, but don't let me go,
It is all an act, I want to be here,
Firmly held by you, I don't want to escape.
Bite a little harder, a warning, with the aim to subdue,
My struggles will subside, see? I like it,
Love it, everything you do to me sets me on fire.
Taste me, bite me there again,
Pleasure will outweigh delicious pain.