Heart trapped in iron bands, love forged and lust locked.

Music thumping, head board jumping. Sweet soul music screaming out. Nail marks and tooth bites shows how the passon lashed out.

Bodies entwind whats mine is yours and yours is mine. Bed room floor antics make me pine to explore.

Outside, inside, upside car bonet time, hand cuffs, leater whips and oh so much more to  explore.

Easy come hard to go, as I want to hold you, feel you by my side to the end of time.

i finnd it hard to start a conversation with that... not being panicky or finicky... i just don't know what to say... should i redeem myself and say somethig worthy of grit? i mean, something that ought to be chewed? how can we rekindle the abstract? the randomness? if it's dead then it's dead... i don't mind that... me 30, you 16.... i'm not really bothered about that giving me a fancy or phantom / fantasy... the priorities mattered, i.e.: beginning with... a beginning... now is the time to say whether i'm complicating matters, or being complacent about them... i just received a message on facebook that made me think of watching a horror movie (friend request)... i also stalked... i stalked... **** me! i stalked! who’s the happy bunny!? me!

For a moment
My world revolved around you
To see you to hear your voice
To watch you live
To know you had a choice
To think I was it
I was thrilled
Your passon for heroism
Your complicated fears
Your parenting skill
Just your presence was enough
I was wrapped up in you
Then you ran away from my love
And let me weep in grief
One mistake to the next
Love is not for me......