I’m like a puppet
                                                        Just pull my strings
                                                        I’ll be right there
                                                        When my telephone rings
                                                      
                                                        You’ve got me *******
                                                        In a nice little ball
                                                        You tangle my mind
                                                        And watch me fall

                                                        I’m totally hooked
                                                        I’m crazy about you
                                                        Everything you say
                                                        Contradicts what you do

                                                        I find myself alone
                                                        While you’re having fun
                                                        I try to catch you
                                                        But you’re on the run

                                                        You leave me confused
                                                        You say it’s the end
                                                        Stop playing with my head
                                                        ‘Cause you’ll be back again

Alone
With my thoughts
Alone
In my actions
Alone
With these tears
Alone
With this pain
An ache
That stays with me
Where ever I go
Alone
Is what and where
I am
Alone
In a crowd
Alone
In my home
Alone
Is scary
Comforting
Lonely
Born alone
Live alone
And I will surely
Die alone

Sunnee Wiebe

How quickly that ember started to glow when after so long I saw you again
I could not imagine the feelings would ignite when  I saw your sweet face and felt your embrace
Thirty and five years since we parted and in a minute your embrace rekindled  my love

But we are not free to nurture  the glow
for time has passed and others have captured our hearts
Perhaps it would have been best to let  the memories of the past remain dormant
Than rekindle  a fire that can  not continue

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

walk away from your computer lay down and make a call

i want you to travel deep into my voice i wont touch you at all

with ya own hand i want you to carress ya face slowly go down to ya breast

rub them squeeze them lick the tip of ya finger and moisten ya ****** yes

glide ya fingers across ya thighs listen to my voice as i take you on this ride

lights off door locked im not in arms reach

but if you close ya eyes my face you will see

i want you in a deep trance

as you explore with your hands

"where i wanna be"

right next to you in the dark, naked between ya sheets

kissing and carressing every inch of your body i want to taste

i go inch by inch i promise to not let a drop go to waste

"wait baby dont let go of the phone"

i know it feels real and right but in reality it is wrong

continue, take that finger you use oh so much and let it play

rub ya **** left to right up and down every which a way

now go inside hit that spot to the left , im ya director baby

switch to the right go deeper in you didnt know ya fingers felt this amazing

you are wet, soaked and yet and still you listen to my voice

begging me to direct you a little bit more

so i explain how my warms lips are ready to explore

my wet tongue adds to the juices you already have flowing

i am eating you slow genuinely feasting on your soup of lust

circular motions on ya **** i know you never felt this and thats y you were about to bust

your fingers have found there way back inside of you for a new journey

now ya body is getting hot, **** *****, amd this nut you want it

chris is going to give it to you

back to being the director i put you in school

my voice guides you to a unforgettable moment

go a lil faster baby on that thing wet ya fingers a lil more

i know you already wet so let ya fingers slide ya ****** to the front door

loose yaself this last time

im ******* ya **** and you are loosing ya mind

ya body gets a chill from ya head to ya toes

you scream chris and i already know

on the phone i read you this *** poetry

now dont instantly stop i say carress it to ease

still i can hear you breathing heavily

you stretch, yawn and say i pushed you to the max

because you never had poetic *******.......

Morning *** is like drinking coffee
Hot
Thick
Sweet

Brown?

Morning *** is like scrabbling eggs
Quick
Heat
Beaten

Creamy?

Morning *** is like sizzling bacon
Greasy
Aromatic
Bubbly

Crunchy?

Morning *** is like sipping orange juice
Cool
Tangy
Healthy

Pulpy?

i will make you hate me eventually.

boys like you always
falling
and stumbling around the edge of my bed
on early sunday mornings,
the break of sunrise cascading off
your pale skin and
crumpled boxer briefs.

i will make you loathe me eventually.

especially remembering those
long coffee dates,
after swinging on park benches
and letting our limbs get tangled.

so cup my tiny face in your big hands,
and let me look into your eyes
and tell you all the things you need to hear.

because i will make you distain,
disgust,
and aspire
to rip me apart.

I sat awaiting him. He had not told me he would visit me tonight but I knew he would. He had never missed a night.

I sat awaiting him. It was getting late but I knew he would arrive. Every creak of the stairs or tap on the window facing the big oak tree outside my room would make my heart beat faster. I slowly started to doubt my previous certainty that he would come. He said he wouldn’t. Why did I think otherwise?

The quiet course of beats pulsing from my radio left me alone with only the music and my thoughts. The hums from the radio were lulling me into a sleep I had not planned for. I had been waiting for awhile now. The song was changing. A new, hastened beat, one that woke me up. I was attempting to recall the title when he entered.

I had never even heard him coming up but then again, when did he ever make a noise? He was as silent as the dead.