it's time
time to load my most personal  things
taking only the most important

escape this apocalypse
you'll see me on the side
of the road
my cardboard box full of notepads

a lifetime of heart things
feelings tear stained yellow
page after page
pulling a Radio Flyer

on I-10
three  cats and an old faithful
black labrador dame
and one box

We lay on the same bed that night and I couldn't sleep,
I felt that smoldering desire again ...
The one I can't control ...
or tell people about.

I like to violate the fragile abyss of taboo.
I didn't intend to do it, I really didn't... but fragile it was.
And as soon as my fingers touched it's hardness
magic began to tingle through my body.

I felt every ridge and dent,
I caressed the fullness of it's shaft,
and wanted to claim it as mine,
but it belongs to my brother...

I liked the feel of it in my hand ,
and one thing usually leads to another.
I kissed it's pink tip and caressed its length.
I whispered into the cacophonous dim ...

"Let me put you in my mouth ... "
and then I just did it.
It tasted nasty like earwax.
All the No.2's are the same ...

alone .
strong, wise, driven, loyal.
He has lived and loved,
and chosen to be alone until something better comes along.
something better than physical love.

He found what he was looking for.
Her soul was vibrant and beautiful;
a goddess muse.
She kissed him and knew it not;
her naked words and firm young flesh of substance splashed bravely across the page excited him...
his wealth of wisdom and experience mocked him for falling in love with a soul ...

the old man had a need to feed,
she was a hungry young goddess needing to be fed.
Where is her champion? Who cares for this young sprite?
He reminded himself again that it was only her soul,
but still, he touched himself... saying her name to make it a little more real, "Chloe," he whispered.
Then he listened ... just in case.

Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With that hand I know so well
It is more than just five fingers
It’s the reason I rebel

Yes, sir, I want you to clank me
In bonds of silver and gold
Chained, I’m a precious gift to you
Unwrapping me never gets old

Yes, sir, I want you to yank me
Down on the floor to my knees
My gaze lowers at your command
I’m eager to do as you please

Yes, sir, I want you to flank me
Punish me from every side
I know I’ve been a naughty girl
Needing discipline you’ll provide

Yes, sir, I want you to crank me
Up to writhing ecstasy
Don’t stop ‘til I ******* beg you
Your tough love is what sets me free

Yes, sir, I want you to thank me
For being your precious pet
Even though I disobey you
It’s clear you love to see me sweat

Yes, sir, I want you to spank me
With the implement of your choice
Make it hurt to make me happy
In your dominance I rejoice

my hips
skim petaline
love every flit lit
in the direction
of my reflect

Our relationship was a beautiful corruption