Waiting for what is dead will **** you.

Tears cannot bring them back - only blur your vision
Time will not heal them - only dulls the awareness of their absence

Bury them, lay lilacs, sit shiva to mourn, and live on.

Her eager obedience drips down my inner thigh. Her grace caresses my hips, sliding my ******* aside.

Every "Yes Ma'am" that leaves her lips kisses my *******. Watching her kneel patiently nibbles my outlips and as she bows her head and offers me the bundle of rope she enterers me, passionately.

Do not mistake my kneeling for weakness,
nor assume strength when I stand.
For when I kneel it is a gift,
and I rise at his command.

Blood rushing in my ears,
All my fears are
Gone.
Gone in an instant of ecstatic grief
A relief
That can come to me only from you.
You with your arms around me and your charms surrounding,
Turned all the way
On.
On the wings of a kiss
That drastic bliss,
I'm finally
Gone.

Close some doors today, not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead nowhere - Paulo Coelho

Nowhere hurts more than nothing.