I am having a crisis of lust.

     so lonely. what a pickle

warm black leather

surrounds each leg
surrounds each thigh
tight across your *******
tight up and down the rest

such soft leather
it isn't creaky at all
when you stand
when you fall

how are you doing
under that leather
warm and tight pushing out
against the leather in this weather

your hair's short
its soft and doesn't touch
the leather just your head
which is on a pillow in our bed

just keep it on such hot black leather
I love you as well in any kind of whether
you are dressed or ****
and the leather is not as crude

oh on second thought take it off
we'll lay it on the chair
if you can dare
to put it down

now you just have on your hair
another moment i won't spare
to hold you tightly here
next to your leather on the chair

we married with your dress of leather
hugging your body to show whether
a marriage in black would be as good
as a marriage of plant fibers would

Like the leather we have clung
to each other sometimes apart some
through times of cloth and times of leather
our hearts and home keep us together

A ring from the phone
A ring on a hand
A ringing in the mind
A ring of hope of my own.

What is love really?

A message of text
A scenic photo
A ****** of a song
A realization its all wrong

What became of love

It's nice to know you are loved
It's great to hear
It's nicer to see
It's great to feel

Good Morn Faire Lady.
  Good Morning to you.
   For Christmas time has come so true.

When Leslie's head turns from her sleep
   Awakes to sun and clear air to breathe
     Night's gloom is shed and day begins.

Each wave that rolls upon her shore
  Sends another breath to her who bore
   Such fine children who grace her door

When then the year ends for hound and men
  Dear Leslie will sing with all that who
   Rejoice the New Year for me and you.

So join with Her on the happy day
That commemorates our Saviour's ways
  And hug her dearly as she says,

    Merry Christmas to all of you
        And a grand and happy new year too.

Few.  
And and far between.
Are the moments.
We have to dance.
When you get close.
and lay your Head on me.
When we move to Music
in the Dark.
In my Heart closing my Eyes
Listening to some Music
here in the Dark.
I feel Your face on my shoulder
and My face on your head.
Our arms around each other
As we move in the dark.
Thank you for all those moments.
I have these as a life of memories
You have given me.
While we are apart.
and I sit in the Dark.

mgm 9/30/2014