I reach my hand down below the sheets and beneath the wasteband that gives way,
to find myself engorged
And though I know we've not yet met,
I find my love still yet to be,
climbing up the bed I've conjured,
while laying between wake and sleep
I've done things that make some blush,
that I'd never thought I'd do
But with no regret, nor pride
Looking back on seasons passed,
while dining in hell's lobby
Boys and girls and girls and boys
And boys and boys and all those games
At times tied down, straddled by an angry hearted girl looking to exact revenge on past lovers by digging in to my softer parts while forcing me to ask for more
And yes at times, the one on top, succumbing
to the darker drives, holding firm onto the wrists
of a lover, begging for a harder smack, a stronger sting, a more forceful pull on her locks, and coming only when she's felt sufficient pain to satisfy her shadow
And yes it's true, nights when still, I can't be sure in the pile
whose hands were where, whose mouth it was that wrapped around me
When tangled in so many arms, that truth becomes a story that we tell ourselves should we recall the night before
And if by chance, my reading friend, you're out there now tangled up in twisted sheets, drink until you've had enough, but not so deep that you mistake neon for the sun, as there are some that never leave the shadow's cave
For as I lay here now alone, only two hands in this bed, not feeling lonely but instead, a sense of peace while still turned on.
Having danced in demons arms and finding not the truth I sought, I sinned my way to virtue
Where now I wait, for one true love, that will accept the things I've done and those things that were done to me that even now are too much to tell
My self engorged, I touch my body, not with shame and with my head not filled with darker scenes as I've lived them all, and now have found that I prefer the sweetness and the light