My wet mouth, has left...

the heft,
of you,
to dangle low...

with your flavored ***,
still chambered,
in my strained
throat...

These hazy lips,
have swept
your member, in their
paint strokes.

And you, remain...
glittered, and glazed
in the shifting flickers,
of my
lip stain

Your thighs, and hips
are slick,
with spit,
restrained,
in chains, and clips...

do they eclipse
the pain?
When my fingertips
slip,
in sinuous ways,
between your straining limbs,
to maul, and grip,
your disco *****,
in a limber fist,
and to give their haul,
just, a little
twist...

"Mine...
You are mine..."

A sotto voce drawl,
on the "bottom" line,
as I scrawl these nails,
down your softened spine.

Now let's see,
what can happen,
when we cross, some lines.

Which one, is the Master,
and which one, the sub?
When a brat has got you lashed,
and stuffed
with your cheeks gashed,
and your back, up...

give that thick ****, a slap, but
I rub and tap, the plug,
until I feel you... clamp up...

Ready? I think you're ready.
I think you're hungry...
I think you need me.
But I hate, to disrupt you,
while you're lovingly feeding.

So let's give you something
that's fun to eat, then...?

Now, open.
Wide.

I'm gonna measure your throat,
with the bulk,
of the biggest, of mine.

Now I'm dragging the width,
down the bridge, of your nose,
and the fat, of your lips...
snap you, back, with a grin,
and a slap, of the tip...
As you grasp, at my hips,
through the strap, and the belt,
and latch on, to the shaft...
and then melt,
down the sides.

"Mine...
You are mine.
Don't you know...
that you are *******, mine?"

...With your lips, spread,
to ****...
as I'm thrusting,
inside.

delete.
Why is this the history I am doomed to repeat?
Back in the shadow of this cloud, I retreat.
Perhaps its time to render myself obsolete.

I've fallen so far from saving grace That I don't know if I'll ever be able to save face.
Am I really just a head case a waste of space
Lost here in such a God forsaken place.
Here bodies have been known to disappear without a single trace
For this devastating impact myself, I brace
Fleeing from my demons that have recently began to give chase
until caught in their clutches, where I smoother in evil's embrace.

“please, daddy–
don’t make me confess my sins.”
i hadn’t ever been so close
close to heaven
feeling enough pleasure to be able to compare.

“tell me, angel.” he tenderly whispers.
oh, he wants the truth..
should i tell him what i’ve done ?
i don’t think he’d like hearing
what his darling daughter does after dark.

–

ANGEL’S iNTERLUDE

FORGiVE ME, FATHER
FOR i HAVE SiNNED.
iT’S BEEN TOO LONG
SiNCE MY LAST CONFESSiON.

i DiD SOMETHiNG BAD
BUT iT FELT FAR TOO GOOD TO STOP.
THE iMMORAL SiN OF SELF PLEASURE
WE SHOULD FOREVER STRAY AWAY FROM DESiRE.

i DON’T WANNA ADMiT TO SOMETHiNG SO TWiSTED
BUT i LOVE THE SCENT OF YOUR SKiN–
HOLDiNG YOUR TATTERED TEE BETWEEN MY TEETH
TO HOLD BACK MY SCREAMS

ON MY ACTS OF DiSOBEDiENCE
DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY REASON ?
MY URGE TO GiVE iNTO THESE CARNAL CRAViNGS ?
YOU COULDN’T POSSiBLY BLAME ME.

iT WAS HOT AND i WAS NEEDY.
PENT UP FROM PUSHiNG PAST PRiVATiON
BUT WE ALL BREAK AT SOME POiNT, RIGHT ?
i FiGURED i’D MAKE iT QUiCK..

THEN i FELT THE HEAVY PULSE LiKE A HEARTBEAT
AND i KNEW i WANTED TO ENJOY iT
i’M TiGHT, DRiPPiNG WET AND SOFTLY GLAZED WiTH ESSENCE
i JUST COULDN’T WAiT PATiENTLY ENOUGH FOR YOUR PRESENCE

THERE WAS NO GOiNG BACK FROM THERE
i REALiZED i WOULD EiTHER GO TO HEAVEN
OR FEEL iT.
CLEARLY, i CHOSE THE LATTER.

AH, i PENETRATE, PUSH DEEPER AND DEEPER iNSiDE
THE NEED TO KEEP QUiET
BUT i WANTED YOU TO HEAR
TO KNOW THE SiDE OF ME THAT i DiDN’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF

MiND FALLS TO THE THOUGHT–
YOU LiCK THE SLiCK BETWEEN MY LEGS
TAKE THE MiLKY NECTAR
AND LET iT GLOSS OVER YOUR LiPS

OVERSTiMULATiON OVERLOAD
i’VE REACHED MY ******
SUCH A MESS, iT TRiCKLES DOWN MY THiGHS
AS i LET OUT A SYMPHONY OF SOFT WHiSPERED SiGHS

TASTE MYSELF ON THE TiPS OF MY FiNGERS
STiCKY AND SWEET LIKE HONEY
PRACTiCALLY POURiNG OUT
EXUDiNG THE ADDiCTiVE AROMA OF AROUSAL.

–

my thoughts intrigue me !
they lead me to imagine explicit things
i’ve never once thought about.
these all-consuming fantasies of you
that preoccupy my mind late during twilight.

“you shouldn’t speak like that, my dear.
indulging in such desires
can have dire consequences.
it’s like playing with fire,
though i know you like the way it burns.”

the night calls
and i just couldn’t help myself,
i had to tend to the appetite
and please to the calling
one way or another

the satin sheets soak up my shame
drenched in self pity
along with stigma
sultry noises escape my parted lips
suddenly sparking up the feeling again

To come right out and say that I've never once touched anything my spirit could feel would be an all out lie. I once had the spirit of, I running, from myself and me  after being caught haphazardly  in haberdashery  like I had some audacity. This time my so called intentions lingered on dastardly, so sarcastically I joke my heart beating  so **** sporadically and my mind wandering around erratically all on its own. Most of everyone else's actions I just simply cannot condone.  I just simply cannot get down with that much complete disrespect. The thought of what is happening next has me quite perplexed because I don't know what to expect. But maybe I shouldn't let things that haven't even happened yet get me so upset. The air in the room has been heavily perfumed by the scents of sweat, ***, and sin. It's like here we go once again. Did you know that I've always been so ****
uncomfortable inside of my own skin. I was almost certain those battles I would win. It doesn't matter, I am just a sliver of tarnished silver's evil twin. How long until I break instead of bend? Off to the ****** bin for trying to vanquish these demons with a Bobby pin. I get there and they wouldn't let me in. I'm not  your foe in case you didn't know but for sure I am a fiend, my friend. Sometimes it's too much for me to even comprehend. I'm lost in my world of make believe and pretend time to make amends, pray for forgiveness for all my sins., Amen

  I must say the time I've spent with you could have otherwise been enjoyed.   At the risk of coming off sounding like I'm paranoid. I am an overjoyed unemployed humanoid that thinks just by  walking out of the house while texting on an android that I could somehow be flattened by a random asteroid. Every notion I once had has now been completely destroyed. ******* I tend to irritate so you can call me a hemorrhoid. All this crap would've  just been so **** easy to avoid. Yet here I am defying gravity as I am free just slipping through the **** void. I can't help it I'm annoyed. I feel like with my emotions someone has toyed so now weapons of destruction have already been deployed. I fried my receptors Cannabinoid. This really isn't even me I've been decoyed. My best phrases have already been coined I can't help it I jumped in the bandwagon before I realized what I had joined. From the inside it's easier to disjoint. **** it what's the **** point let's smoke another joint.

All the voices of reason slowly beginning to fade. Naked as Jay Bird I am only covered by nights shade. Being chased by the faceless monsters I got for every hero I decided to trade. Every single day comes those mistakes I just cannot erase nonetheless they were made.
well hell what do you expect me to say, oh well I wasted yet another day,
Another day, these demons of mine I try to hold at bay
although not even myself i do I ever truly obey
All of this crap was not worth the price I did pay

As I find myself starting to slowly fade
this cancer my body it does invade
It can't be eradicated nor can it even be delayed
wonder how long I have before in a shallow grave I am laid

I feel the pain I often wish would subside
eating away at me from inside
my troubling thoughts are hard to hide
It was to no avail but I tried
An epic fail, a loss in the power glide
Take all of it in great stride
Myself I am beside
Waiting for my ride or die my die to ride to help me ride that pride right on through to the other side.

There's been so much going on lately that I'm not sure what I should even be doing maybe looking for something new to my pursuing
Maybe a new sight for viewing
Maybe a new spell for the brewing

Either way it's all good, hell it's all great but to save me from myself it's too **** late
Self medicate
*** half *** on sedate
I'm a **** up still to this very date
Isn't addiction great
Does anyone else relate

My tragic skies are disastrously streaked  strongly those dastardly intentions reek.
They reek to the highest parts of hell. An extremely throwed off character I was  assassinated in the a truly demented fairy's tale. Surrounded by the smoke that is growing rather stale
I chase spirits to no such avail.
I  pretty much just fell into these worlds somehow parallel
due the full circles I kept spinning in on this **** Carousel.  
Dancing with the devil as the tainted moonlight shines in the window pale. All I  could even think to say was WhAT THE HELL?
. All the voices of reason are slowly beginning to fade.
Naked as Jay Bird I am only covered by nights shade. Being chased by the faceless monsters I got for every hero I decided to trade.
Every single day come the  mistakes I cannot erase but nonetheless I still made
way too high was the price that was paid

On the ground far this side of saving grace I hit the ground in manner that was rather abrupt. Innocent I'm not, I am cold and that much more corrupt. Sorry I hate to interrupt. I'm thinking about tearing down the walls It too me so long to construct. I am the definition of disorderly conduct. ****** if I do and of I don't I am already ******. I feel like I am lit up from the inside like soon I just might spontaneously combust. So I  was burning down the beautiful pain like it was just ashes to dust. Even in the end we are still just us. even if  our tempers erupt, one last time I self destruct.

It doesn't seem like this **** should even really matter, increasingly disturbing thoughts that lately I have begun to gather. Way down deep inside I shove these feelings and emotions I refuse to let show. If I could just give it to God perhaps I might be able to let some of it go. My body has already been  by this cancer  invaded. Its progression can't be delayed or eradicated. Quite unsure what to even think I spend every moment I am awake trying to get faded. I try to forget that probably sooner than  later I'll start. Fading right to black the dark thoughts that no matter how I wish I can't just take back. Unfortunately this is no fabrication this is straight fact. Maybe years from now they'll dig me up like an artifact. Who the **** know maybe I will make it out scathed integrity still mostly intact. It's not for myself that I even really hold concern For in death I have no more lessons to learn. It's about all the loved ones that I'll be leaving behind. In so many places that are usually most unkind the things that get twisted up and rattle around inside my head leave me more than just a little perplexed. I think the hardest part in not knowing what do expect. I wish I knew someone that could tell me what is coming next. Will my loved one be those that will pine as I burn and perish will the memories they have of me be among the moments that they cherish. It's all still somewhat nightmarish. This body's merely a vessel. I have no doubt to glory my spirit will surely fly. Imanage going up, up do much higher and faster than dare I. No need for anymore alibis  no more lullabies. Just this darkness as they close my eyes. No questions no more lies. Not another misconception. This is my last masquerade costume I adorn to play the final charade. I would go completely naked if I knew I would be covered by the nights shade. For ghosts that for years now have been faceless most of my cherished heroes have been hasitaly traded I know for a while now I have been watching the world with eyes pretty **** jaded. More than it actually is it sounds so complicated. I can not help the things that I have contemplated. On my heart it has been heavily weighed how to tell those I behold goodbye. That's going to be the hardest on me myself I am beside. I pray I said.y peace as u accept this possible fate perhaps for the solace and salvation I'm already too **** late how do I know that heaven and hell are really even real will it be there that my forever wounds will finally heal my emotions I will continue to conceal everything is beginning to look kind of surreal on bent knees in prayer I kneel no more full circles will I turn. In the spreading flames I'll no longer burn. I had often wondered when the time I borrowed would adjourn.  Answers the questions I ponder is something for which I desperately yearn. When completely I am gone will my spirit walk and linger on though this purgetory of broken fairytales or will the devil himself come drag ble straight to hell. It's now I quite badly wish for those worlds that were somehow parallel I am for sure of at least one thing I'm getting off this **** carasoul if not this entire Merry go round. I am  like a stero wired for ******* sound. Head in the clouds I drag my feet along the ground never am I coming down maybe myself
I will find out if I just **** around. maybe in what I seek what I need will actually be found.  Deeper down that ever before the dark thoughts I am compelled to hide most of all I look forward to possibly kicking it with my cousin that's on the other side. that alone stays my hand from suicide. It's those kinds of thoughts in which I have no left I can confide. Since once again I am at a loss that has turned into another epic fail though I tried to no avail. In the wind I can almost hear the banshees wail. Falling in reverse from the sky in a spinning of the tail. Dance with the devil in the tainted moon light that was rather pale. Surrounded by all the smoke that has quickly grown long since stale white noise I hear the static in my head it's driving me sane for that is when I get the craziest.  This purple the fogs quite hazy. Sort of like the twilight zone to each their own me and Rod sterling walk side by side wandering lost.  While these spirits give me chase. Inside these outer limits of this Peyton place where I am constantly attempting to save face as I continuously fall from this side of my saving grace. Like the smoke and fog I should disappear without another trace no **** evidence no **** case. go on you do as you dare eventually I will have to get going it doesn't matter going where remaining my biggest question is anyone that's here right now really even all there. Forget the **** dog of the owner beware doing my damnest not to start sinking into my utter despair on me war the creatures I conjured declare my nerves are raw and completely bare for this journey I cannot prepare times now running short so I this world of nothing but opportunity and plenty air I choose to hit the **** **** while into this nothing i stare. I cross my heart on my soul I swear I appreciate every single prayer. Do not cry for me when I am gone do not morn for me today. Just like s gently flickering flame that's burning out slow Rocking my last bowl the insufferable pain burns deeper this hole in my already dark barren soul. I am colder and corrupt the older I grow. Do tell what else does anyone else need to know.