I have them in my mind, a place for me to use and abuse,
when alone and where no one can see.
I visualise what I need, those lovely ladies recorded
in thoughts used by me.

My neighbour she's as hot as could be,
but after to many usesshe has become a bore.
What once went hard with a thought,
now my cheese stick slumps not content,
new **** bank material is needed so on goes the TV

O ye this is good, weather girls low cut tops
in the bank they go for use later for me.
But I need that girl to light the meat, to get me well hard,
so I see one woman in the bank ready for me.

I test drive her not as good as could be,
so I swap parts saved in the file, now perfect for lonely fun.
The thought of her **** and me.

All men and woman are nearly the same,
they have a **** bank for those times when lonely.
Be it butts,legs, ******* or meat hanging or the
slit between the legs.
We all have that special some one that is with
us when are fingers and palms get happy...

My rush is a broken bottle on the freeway I can't
remember when I have people who I cannot ****
I conjure highways and canyon walks

Extinct species invade your bedroom and
**** your expensive pillows gently like
an extinct Artist

The way you decide to move is way too
loud for my broken security system and you
will be questioned

This is like the Daily news, read and
Discard.

Look boys its not a toy, you hit
to hard it,ll swell and it'll  be soar
for a few days for me or you not
to touch.

Yes its hairy like a rain forest
some times in the winter I leave
its coat on as frost bit lips hurt
like me kicking you in the nuts.

Summer comes and then I do
trim, I leave a line nicely shaved,
I leave it there so you know
where to touch, its not a hard
place to find hairless or not. But
my **** is in the same place, so
be gentle if you touch.

You need to stoke the fire, kisses
caresses and words of lust, cos if
its not wet then the fire hasn't been
stoked, fingers need nails cut, as
anything sharp put up will lead
to a knee in your face or nuts. If
you try to put it in dry, It'll hurt
me but split your skin you thinking
I'm on but its you bleeding which
will hurt very much.

Its not your **** bank, it does
take deposits but you don't have
to jack hammer it, use your hand
with **** if you fancy it hard then
play with your hand.

Its a thing of beauty so treat as
such, respect the ****** and do
take care its your wet patch for
you to poke but try hurt it and
my nails will grind your nuts to dust...

I arrived home early to  surprise, but
the surprise was on me, a car in the
drive who could that be. I went in
quite not knowing who could it be.

I stepped in cautious not knowing
what would await me, I looked in the
living room no one there, but ladies
shoes and two bras different sizes
laying on the floor discarded quickly.

I heard a noise up stairs, and off i went
to see quietly, I went finding discarded
clothes a trail to follow for me. who was
this man was he big small i was about to see.

An ear to the door moaning heard, rage
did flow and I kicked through the door,
to my amazement a woman down on
my wife carpet munching like a king.

Rage and horniness both flowed through me,
as she moaned and screamed as i had found
her deceit she had been keeping from me.

Her friend did turn, Jesus she,s hot, NO
I'M ANGRY no, this is turning me on
they can both see. We were waiting but
had to much drink as you can see, this
is your birthday present from me to you
this is my friend she like both sides of the
fence as you can see.

So all ended well, naked were all three,
My wife orgasmed by a woman,  four by
me. I came home early and caught her in
the act. But I just bounced my wife and
got swallowed by her friend this is my
best birthday, I got a smile from ear to ear..

I tell him about the 90 year old that made a home in my body.
Say "I feel more than the nineteen years, I feel more than your nineteen years."
He takes it as evidence towards what he calls my "superiority complex"
makes a joke about thinking I'm so much wiser than everybody else as I stammer with arms crossed trying to find the words my nineteen year old vocabulary does not know.

This has nothing to do with being wise you sonofabitch, its about an exhaustion that paints the dark color around my eyes and the sigh that lives in my belly you ******.

He interrupts, laughing "What do you mean? Your bones ache or something? haha hahaha." Loud, obnoxious, not the first time,
not the last. I want to say yes

yes
yes they ache ad they creak
and they burn and so do my eyes and so do my insides and so do the words I say and the way I say them and the way it scares others when I say some profound ****, I almost sound like Gandhi, like Bukowski, I just never learnt of a beautiful way to disguise my pain. Not enough so It could sell.


I was better off alone when the ice made a security blanket around my heart-better off with no pain.
He shines a mirror on all my missing parts, calls me ****** up.
Stand next to me just to lean over in his height, superiority complex runs high among privileged nineteen year old straight males.

The ice thawed but he came with no gloves
I found the bruising less tolerable than the cold this time around
Less bearable than the lonely beat my heart learned to sing.
Its the same story he just repeats himself as another boy who says the wrong things and makes me feel
exhausted for every having opened up my icebox full of secrets.
Every conversation is an emptying out and not the cathartic kind.
The kind that leaves the ninety year old in me shaking with nothing left inside her but rotting gums and eyes that have seen too much ****. Nobody is supposed to make you this unhappy. This is not what I asked when I asked for you to make me feel something.
Every time I say your name Matthew, it almost comes out Nathan, in my head. Nathan with his accent, and the same humor, same jokes. Nathan the boy I emptied myself out to just so he could leave bruises on the uncovered parts. It was so easy to to leave somebody I never gave a **** about.

Matthew, I only say your name so often so I remember it, so I say it right, so I remind myself you are not the same person. Matthew sounds allot like Nathan when your drunk or sad which I am most of the time these days, you sound allot like him with your laugh, sound like your gonna leave bruises on all the parts I lift up to show you. I know this.

This is a fact. Like I know I wont ever cry for you until I'm all thawed out.
Matthew, for  your painstaking insensitivity, for your lack of understanding
Matthew for you not understanding all the creaking in my bones is just screaming

Save me
Fix me

Give me one reason why you're good for me because I cannot think of any and
*I so desperately want to

He needed, he wanted her
All those things she'd do
Did everything to please him
But she never could love

The times she took the pain
Of the darkness deep inside
Allowed him all that he wanted
But she never could love

Just to be his plaything
Her body taken at his mercy
The slap of his hand on bare flesh
But she never could love

The times he pounded inside her
Releasing his need deep within
How she craved to feel it
But she never could love

Each scar would be a memory
Each lover would be a need
Each day she'd just carry on
But she never could love

She had to lie she couldn't
tell the truth,It was to embarrassing
but he laughed as soon
people would guess, and
just for a second visualise
what happened to you. With
that she did blush and her eye
watered more.

He giggled every time he
saw, he couldn't help it, even
though she told him it was
really sore. That eye was blood
red, she had washed it out but
her eyes just watered more.

She had to go out but she wasn't
very sure, then some friends
popped over, do you think
they'll guess, he sniggered as
he opened the door.

Hi how are you as they came
through the door, as her friend
looked on sheepishly O MY
GOD they said in unison, he shot
in your eye, it was ****** soar.

The lads burst in to laughter
and the ladies they did scorn,
well you asked us to pull out
and it did the long shot 50 points
for the eye, and then every one
laughed as the girls grabbed there
eyes, which were still *** shot soar.

Your love is a bullet
that was shot in to my
heart, it was a powerful
calibre, it exploded as
it pierced my heart.

Blood dripped from my
chest, red love was seeping
from the wound you had
shot in to my heart.

A hole to let love in, it
was a high calibre bullet
of feelings, and you shot
it with precision as it exploded
my heart. Now full of your
love that wound in my chest
I never want it to heal as it
bleeds love...
.

It was  lost on
a cold night, never
to be found again.

On cold pavement
slabs, my bottom
freezing but all part of
the fun.

She used me as some
late night fun, but it
was 25th December.

I'll never forget that
present, she unwrapped
and threw me away
when done...

Depressed, repressed
That's how we were
Then we got undressed
And we felt definite pleasure
Kissing is a habit...  ******* is a game
Both of us want it... No matter the pain.

I said it's my first time
It feels so good... ****
On this white sheets
Taking off every piece
Then we started dancing
****** romancing
My body refuses a break
I wanna stay forever awake.

Roses are nice
Violets are fine.
I'll be yours
You can take all what's mine.

I feel like an addict
But I still wanna have it
Falling into your ****** embrace
Linger of perfume, sweat, and lace
Two bodies sing in harmony
Overtaken with desirable ecstasy
You're a *** god
My boy, handles it real hard.

*** is  glorious
And you're so **** fine
I'll be your impulse
And you'll be mine.

Quintessential charmer, libidinous crow pheasant, has an eye on him,
thinly disguised mating calls disclose her keenness of intention,
protruding derriere, provocative walk, her amour leaves
nothing to guess, 'what you fancy is my desire' her acts yell out to him.

I wanted my passion back..
This was who I was, and I wanted her to visit.
Even for a brief moment, so I can kiss myself on the forehead upon my return.
And actually say goodbye when she decided to leave.
I wanted her back.
My passion.
I wanted my poetry.. Back.
She fled from me.
Lost underneath the city sky, with false illumination from street cars named desire.
There was no North Star for her to follow, no way for her to venture back to my heart.
Like a turtle needing the moon to be led to the sea, I doubted she would ever make it back home
Extinction was the roughest of all possibilities but to mourn the loss of a love held selfish tendencies
I only missed her cause of how she made me feel not because of who she was or who she could have been
The manifestation of my pent up frustration came to set me free
Just pull the trigger
Nobody will miss her
Oh say can you see- what I am saying?
All I wanted was my passion back.
And it wasn't until I found G-d that I heard three knocks on the door saying

Here
I
Am