haunting grey outside,
forced to reminisce.
some believe we should just be.
no mind,
no chemistry,
friends in need.
I was born complete
but now fractured and
blown with Autumn's leaves.
running in place
no direction,
just haste,
faking my way.
the membrane
between me and the pain
is thinning away.


~~~

Your perfection is an illusion.
My faults are real.

'Trust' is the stitching
that holds my fragile
parts together.

Whispers of what we share,
like confetti in a breeze,
cannot be recovered
once carelessly set free.

Don't release me to the wind,
I beg you.

~~~

You know what I  like; a fight.
Nice touch; and you love to bite.
We love the rush; you struggle
no match for my might.
Your tiny frame, twisted right.
Bending to my will.
Passion and skill,
screaming in pleasure-- you will.
Getting our fill, this little kink--
Heightens your delight.
Your body so petite, **** and tight.
squirmed your way to sweet surrender.
Gripping tight; it's now or never.
My weight pressed you to the bed,
Face down, pillowcase bracing your head.
Your *** up,
looking back at me,
just like I said.
My commands,
So stern -- you wet the bed.

Reaching down, I watched as your lips
Slowly they spread.
“command me!” is what they said.

Touching you in a way
That makes you look a way,
And say,
Naughty things, good girls
Like you,
Shouldn't say.
Me touching you in a way,
Making you,
Feel a certain type of way.
Foreplay,
We've been playing all day.
Obey,
Its better that way.
Our touch,
can touch,
the both of us both,
in a selfish way.

Don't take it the wrong way,
Its just word-of-mouth,
and this
is just wordplay.
As these words play,
Like paradise,
Our minds roll-play,
Pressing buttons
The ones, we like.
So either way,
It's me touching you,
in a special way.
My words,
Controlling you,
Like you ar,
touching me.
Your guiding hands;
That full filling
feeling,
so real.

I  miss you calling my name, while I'm right there - pulling your hair.
Getting you all hot and tired and messy.
tears in those eyes, as temperatures rise.
Make-up all over my neck, pillows, and flesh.
What started with a peck,
turned to nibbling on your neck,
Then bit your ear,
Pulled you near,
Now you are running out of breathe.
Teasing me,
This is what punish meant.
Dripping wet.
Clothes on the floor,
Bed sheets soaked in wet.
You whispered, "Hurt me!"
Said it so silently,
but so sexually.
Guess
you
were
testing
me.

Your kisses
Leave my lips
Stinging.

Oh how delectably
Electric.