Please master can I touch your cheeck
please master can I kneel at  your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off my clothes below your chair
please master can I can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your hard muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ***
please master can I lick your groin gurled with blond soft fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy *******
please master may I pass my face to your *****,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your *****-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot ***** barrel veined Please
Mater push my shoulders away and stare in my eyes, & make me bend over
        the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my *** to your waist
please master your hand's rough stroke on my neck your palm down to my
        backside
please master push me, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of
        your spit and your thumb stroke
please master make my say Please Master **** me now Please
Master grease my ***** and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your **** head to my wrinkled self-hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped round my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my ***** you touch w/ your fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the ***** trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over,
till I'm alone sticking out, your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll onto the bottom
please master lunge it again, and withdraw the tip
please please master **** me again with your self, please **** me Please
Master drive down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ***, give body to center, & **** me
        for good like a girl,
tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee,
& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
you fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or ****** in a maiden in Paris
        carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat ****
body of tenderness, Give me your dogh **** faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan O please master do **** me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge & pull-back-bounce & push down
till I loosen my ******* a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be
        loved
Please master call me a dog, an *** beast, a wet *******,
& **** me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your ***** heat
over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you
please Master.

                                        May 1968

i close my eyes as you press your body into mine
i feel the yearning between my legs, the ache in your ****
the vibration is taking over us now
we succumb to our desires as you bite my neck, thrusting into me--
i moan softly in your ear, nibbling and breathing my lust on your neck
you push into me, deeper, deeper
we sway in rhythm with each other, not thinking, just feeling
i dig my nails into your skin, almost drawing blood
your look at me then, with such warmth and affection in your eyes
no one knows your body like i do
we hold each others gaze for a long moment, never losing momentum
your lips find mine and our souls collide
yes, yes, i moan
you breathe into my neck as i taste your sweat, salty and ****** on my tongue
i pull you deeper into me, wrapping my legs around your waist, lifting higher and higher
our bodies are one..
release
our ecstasy has reached its peak
elevation comes winding slowing back down to earth
we lay limp in each others arms, our hearts pounding against each others skin, beating as one
your face brushes mine as you hold me tighter, never wanting to let me go
i whisper that i love you and my lips vibrate with the sound
i can practically see your ears tingle
trembling, you lift yourself from the comfort of my embrace, our skin peeling away from each other
a peck on the cheeck and the moment is over.

What a gift
It's the 5th
Broke as ****
Stressing pist
Downed a fith
some that whisk
Im not the one to wish
I just wanna feel alive
feel inside the will to wanna live
I stuff my emotions
Chewing chocolate like a pig
Ew the skin im in is sin
Rituals potions no friends
Wait theese people seem safe
I think i need to think again
Is she really my valerie
Lust is sinking in
Heavy breathing
We both screaming
Steamin out our skin
Why do you say that you will stay
And promise me which you dont
need
See You Then Walk Away
See with you i feel so safe
So Secure please come here
Its getting late
My arms are a gate
To a place where
My love just can not wait
My focus is ive chosen you
Will you throw that a way
Im always there no matter what
My guts like she gone walk away
And every time im oblivious
Women are so influenced
Permisqious
Timidish
Suggestion here simple chicks
Dont exist
Perpare for paper cuts
And broken wrist
****** razors
Roses in fist
I know they notice
Me in the midst
They stare like they care
But wait ill share
They just look suffocated
I feel hated its not fair
I need a girl whos intentions
Arent to cheat
Sweet someone who deeply cares
Yea truly cares about me
See it aint all about me
I just hate being alone
Everytime i start to sink
I suffocate so deep
Everytime i think to think
My bones shiver they sure shrink
Reapers under me
My sneakers really stink
Im into dark poetry
And ****** sheets
We touchin
Clutchin
Kissin ******
Like we beast
Huggin like were stranded in the sea
So much water under neath
Lets create a son or daughter
Please just breathe
We can take it slow
Just moan what it is you need
And most pull me close
And whisper by my cheeck
Make me feel alive
Im your passion filled freak
And ima slide deep
If you cant take it all
Lets take a chance
Out come we gone see
When we finised
You dont have to leave
We can order chinnese
While we wait eat strawberry
Chocolate cream
Girl you wont ever see my mean
Theres a fine line
In treating you like a queen
And our souls are perfectly alighned
Aint gone lie never intended for rings
I guess its cos your the only girl
In my life that makes me wanna sing
Shout baby scream
Its just us
Passion filled hug
Rain lighting
Darkest storm ever
Lady im immortal
This can last for ever
If you do whatchu need
Crave we never cheat
Try to not feel shy to eat in front of me
And let me treat you like you deserve
Rescues here to sweep you off your feet
I love you so deeply
If your intentions are
Like mine focused
Complete
Xoxo
Black rose velvet sheets
*** songs playing
Saying you a freak
You speak a good story
Lets Practice what you preach
One second got protection
You can practice all on me
If you loose your mind
Ima help you find it in theese sheets
No limits ima hit it till your finsihed
My image is the least
Lust demon passion be
Whatchu crave daily
But dont speak
The love your soul needs
Promise That Youll stay
I love you Valerie

I was sad and angry,
all I wanted was to sit and cry.
The people I dissapointed.
The oppertunities
I have already missed.
From nowhere bumblebee came
and gave me a kiss.
I was so suprised.

Touching my cheeck.
Remembered the most important thing
is the calmness in me.

Everyone looks at me and they judge me but I don't blame them they won't understand.
I was innocent girl believed in christmas father believed in fairies belived in love and trusted everyone .
But someone took it all away and it was too soon for me.
It was a night as any other night I looked out my window so the stars and smiled.
Switched the light of hugged my teddy bear and closed my eyes.
As I was about to come to the middle of my sleep.
The door opened I was scared thought it was a monster...
Yes it was a monster but it was a human being acting like a monster his hand on my little lips . His whole body between my tiny hips he thought they were big enough for him to fit.
Worst pain I have ever felt and the more he seemed to pump it got worse .
Tears on my face throat burning I couldn't breath.
As the "monster" walked out of the room everytime .
He would leave me broken than I was before.
From that day the world seemed different not save .
Cause oneday the monster 's mask fell out and I realised that this was not a real monster it was a man that was supposed to love me and take care of me.
But he thought wreking me everyday was right.
And guess what the woman that carried me for nine months knew about this but she turned the other cheeck.
So tell me how can I stop being so paranoid when the world just showed me how people can decieve you people you love.
The man that was supposed to take my mom as his didn't feel she was enough so he destroyed a innocent soul.
And my mom couldn't imagine herself squeezing the pilllow so she pretended not to see it.
Know you know the story
Behind my bitternes
Behind my anger
Behind my sadness
Behind  my paranoia
When that man broke me he took my innocence .

As she sat in his favourite worn chair
the expectant mother became aware.
Of a soft touch on her pale cheeck
reading a letter sent that week.
Crying their baby born without a dad
what was the point of being mad.
    Lonely now she felt an unseen force
on her aching shoulders easing remorse.
Standing up aware of an uninvited guest
though not afraid she had been blessed.
Since her husband had died he was near
this gave her strength there was no fear.
    How their baby kicked keen to be born
her senses even now frayed and torn.
Happy they had created their first child
though in her mind her spirit still wild.
Part of her almost died answering the door bell
two soldiers said they had bad news to tell.
    Andy had been shot while on duty abroad
any help and support was assured.
The early weeks just one long depressing blur
then everything changed for her.
His after shave and essence wafted in the air
and now Tess had become aware.
    Dad would be there at the baby's birth
even though not alive on the earth.
    Was this just a desperate wifes vivid imagination
or actually a new form of creation?
    The Foureyed Poet.

i've been cut open, child
i've been  c   u    t    o   p   e  n
she picked me up
put me down
cut me all over
and hung me out
i've been cut open, child
i've been all cut up

sew me all up, butter cup
sewmeallupagain
you're the only one with a needle
a thread
soft fingers
and the desire at all
so sew me all up, butter cup
sew me all the way up

nurse me back to health, my baby
dress that wound until it's clean
clear away the blood
change my bandages
help me sit up
help me out of bed
and nurse me back to health, my baby
nurse me back to strength again

now kiss me here, sweetheart
kiss me right ******* now
kiss me on the cheeck
the nose
the lips
all over
kiss me right ******* here, sweetheart
kiss me til i can't breathe no more.

I knew i would loose myself in the cold.

Ive been climbing this glacier for too long,

enduring the fridged winds and deadly slopes of the hillsides.

This is my nature a frozen iceland i was so use to the cold.

The company of frostbiten limbs reminding me i still have

some warmth to my body. My heart pumping the last of

the inevitabally dying warmth for so long i tryed to fight the cold,

to make belive i can make it out of this blizzard to find that warmth.

Every fire i ignited died out taking with it a little more energy.

Now i lay here facing the lone night sky embrassing the siberian cold

letting the cancerous frostbite chill my core and crystilze my blood.

each breath a kiss of death,

as i close my eyes my breath slows and i feel your warmth
one last time the heat of your heart and image of your smile draw out one last tear.

It corases my cheeck as it rolls towards the ground....then it lays solitary, frozen in time
and i let deaths cold hands **** the last flame i kept burning in my heart for you.

And this is what he said:
"to hold your hand walking through the trees,
to lie together in the fallen leaves,
to kiss your cheeck as if i'm snow,
to know my heart follows where you go."

Your words are far too kind,
and you arent the person I had in mind to speak them.
They make me feel loved if just for a moment
and hopefully one day another will make them true for me.
Your friendship is as sweet as honey and I thank you
for giving me hope.

You bounced in
Overjoyed at life, at music,
At me.
You bounced in and I taught you a tune
Expecting nothing.

And when I was cocooned and numbed in sorrow
You kissed my cheeck
And my heart exploded
And the sun itself - though it was night -
The sun itself flowed through my veins.

And here we are.
And you're a pillar of hope, of courage
You heal me.

I've dragged you through my pain and sorrow
But with arms around me
You paint stars and joy
You bring me home.

god... don't you just love
the ones with subtle ridicule reflexes
in speech?
   only half an hour ago
i was picking beer from
a supermarket open fridge,
testing it against my cheeck
for the proper temp.
when being asked by
   the shelf-stacker
        to pursue his venture
  into stacking: making the bottles,
by labels, aligned...
   well... i was actually dipping
my hand into the back of
the fridge that: upon pressing
against my cheek
    were, the proper temp.;
ah... the bottles...
   corona... mexican beer...
and i do wish i could carry
a knife, to then buy a lime,
   and shove it down the bottle neck,
like...
           the guy who died
from suffocating on an oyster...
drinking in public...
   you mean... england...
in an area where there was
a stabbing incident,
  on the pave that i walk...
and i'm alone...
walking the streets at night...
and i'm glug-glug-glug
halfway down a bottle a beer...
anti-social?!
        ****... lay-deez und grunts!
we've arrived at mars!
   you're welcome.
   if this doesn't sell, i already know
that i'm broke...
            but you can't exactly
call today, with this afternoon,
a normal day...
         my "cerberus" managed to find
a sparrow in the bushes...
   while cooking a prawn carbonara...
so i chased him to the end
of the garden and said: zostaw!
       maybe this writing is what it's
supposed to be...
          i can't manage to comprehend
what happened after...
it's not exactly chicken farming...
out of curiosity...
       ever held a dying sparrow
in your hand?
        ever tried the vain attempt of,
first: ensuring the cat dropped its
play-toy,
      secondly: ease a bathroom tap
and implore (unconsciously)
   for the bird to take a sip?
oh... i forgot... big people deal
     with watching old people die...
or maybe just the odd Cain
mad on introducing euthanasia laws...
because... did that *******
of a grandson ever listen to
his grandfather talk ******* for
an hour and hid a yawn?
       sure as ****, some of them made
it into safer hands than familial
ties would ever allow...
      death by a synthesis of ******...
or its equivalent...
          but did p'ooh bear nanny
ever get a visit fwom her
            p'ooh bear grandchild?
evidently post-mortem doesn't
allow "care" to be discussed in journalism...
see...
          i remember that
hamster i was fooled into dropping
believing it could fly...
   but this sparrow i held in
my hand...
           seeing it transition from
shock...
       closed eyes...
   to a momentary state of surprise...
eager to sip the water flowing down
the bathroom tap...
             come to think of it...
it might have drowned from
taking a sip...
       as you do...
               little into the lungs and...
****!
          but when i shouted the cat
to drop it...
                   a secondary excavation:
can't change that machine of
utility...
       no matter how much you feed
it... the natural impetus is still there...
yet in my hand... a dying creature...
  and it literally started a spasmatic
last-resort mechanisation of
its body...
               a choking effect is
probably the best way to describe it...
   it wasn't a mature sparrow,
god knows where the nest was
situated, but you could tell:
the beak... was still "fresh"...
      i.e. yellow...
          not bark stiff deep
brown mingling
                                         with grey...
the cat would have eaten it,
and i, oh so deperately wanted
to be a brooks hatlen...
    then i remembered the hanging...
ah yes... the pitiful life...
       plenty of them that are dead
who wouldn't think so...
       a sparrow dying in your hand
is no big thing...
       it's not an earthquake...
most certainly...
                  it's not even an attempt
to cry...
               it's unlike having petted
something that invokes
                 a loss of a part of you,
embedded in the animal...
      beside the sparrow...
                  and we seem to be on confessional
terms... sámāél...
     now i hold what you hold
in your right arm...
   the rite of passing: a birth, a life,
a marriage...
                            a death... and a wake...
albeit less within the constraints
for the care for man...
        but more: on the frivolous...
             jittery side of existential affairs...
sure as **** i burried the sparrow...
right next to where i burried
   my former night companion...
   having hacked off a piece of a tombstone,
having taken to use a shovel...
to actually invoke him
to set tone to a blooming plum tree...
   hard though...
holding such a trivial aspect of reality
in your hand...
        and watching it die...
     how does death even amount
to a conspiration, in such a microcosm
of a sparrow's body, beheld by a mere libra
of a hand...
                      with what i could hold
                                                    in my right?
i tended to,
        what expired...
          but upon seeing the agony:
i first wanted to see a quickened extinction
by crushing it with a stomp...
     but then i chanced an intimate
realisation of shared breath...
      no one really writes
poems about sparrows dying in their
hands...
                                   do they?
   apparently when death happens:
everyone is always elsewhere...
                        certainly those behind
typing desks.
   - because chickens i will eat
and i can ****...
              but sparrows?!
                            fowl eggs is one thing...
  but looking for sparrow eggs?!
             that's borderline sadism if
not, just that.
    - no!
        who has had
    a sparrow die in their hand?!

I'm hiding my tears,
smiling over the emotional storm
going on inside.
I have no hopes if I ever will be okay.
Blossom of tulips fell down from the above,
I layed on the flower bed and closed my eyes.
The wind rushed through ears and sang the calming song.
Butterfly gave me one last kiss on the cheeck.
After summer the winter came.
It was cold and dark.
As my broken soul.

And every night you crawl in bed
And feel the warmth of body heat
Either from your husband or your wife...
Remember Me...!

In the morning when you wake
And you are - not alone..
I hope you remember Me ..!!

When it's time to leave for work
Together - or naybe even separately ...
Kiss each other on the cheeck
And remember Me!

When you have some Great news
Excited to inform
Him... Or Her...
Get on that phone and start dialing...
I hope you think of me..

Take the good with the bad
Your heart is feeling sad
Whilst you being comforted
With a loving shoulder to cry on
I hope you remember Me...

When both of you receive that text
Not just One - but Two
Income salaries have been received
I Hope you think of me...!!

And when you pay your bills
Everything split in two's
I hope you remember me
& my kids!!

pass me through this
(the lung)
an embolist--

not making a passage,
but constrict instead
all moving of hart;
all ******* of blud.

a minute will be your hands
around the neck of girl,
pale spent, lurid
in the cheeck--
a stain breathing,

below the eye
not clover
nor neither dye
but the curved hinge
from where all seathing flys.