I touched myself to the thought of you last night.
And, God,
It felt so ******* good.

The thought of you above me,
Hand around my throat,
With your teeth clashing into mine.

It felt so *****.

Our spit and other ****** fluids mixing and creating the chemical reaction for love.

I could hear your voice edging me on.
‘Go faster, you ****.’,
‘I know you want me to make a mess of your innocence.’,
I can still hear the echoes of the filthy and twisted fantasies we have.

My fingers spin the most intricate and intense shapes over and over again.
In hopes of merely grazing the ******.

I can feel you,
Pulling my hair,
Digging your nails into me,
And slapping me senseless.

Everyone must think we’re sick—
But I don’t care.

I need you,
I need to ***,
I need you like never before.

If this is the image of true love,
Me with my hand down my *******,
Head thrown back,
Back arched,
And sputtering gasps of “Yes, Sir.”

Then this is a fairytale.

Growing wetter and wetter,
I’m soaking through my moans of pleasure.
Closer and closer,
I’ve almost reached the end.

With a happily ever after
You growl into me animalistically.
You spread me open to lap up each and every last drop.
You look at me—
You smile.

“Who’s a good girl?.”

Fluttering my orange lotus
Flooding from the inside out

We barely move at all

Drenching in creation
Hungry with a passion

He has me like a gentle song
Warm whispers on my skin
Dripping growls down below

Staying still
Swaying

Until my existence
is no longer
made up of matter

Exhale

I asked him to ring my bell,
    dude couldn't even ring the
right spot.....


Tried knocking but I kicked
                          him from the door.
Thought he'd have a good time.  
           But he came a knocking
and he'll have to try a new bell...

But I don't think that any one will
                                 answer his lost call.

I'll have to answer my own call,
     no batteries needed to answer
                  this call..

No need to call up no fool that
        cant answer a simple call...

I'm relaxed, no need to ring me,
                                    till I've woken up..

Many are the droplets that bead upon the windows pane.
As I look beyond the misted glass at the slowly falling rain.

Low hung wisps of white race upon the grey-est sky.
And puddles form with unheard splash before captivated eye.

The ground is damp and made sodden by the ever steady flow.
And so to now runs a stream that follows where kerb bids it to go.

Leaves upon trees seem now burdened by drops so hard to bear.
Made to shed their cargo by the motions of puff of dampened air.

A distant roll of thunder to accompany the patter on roofs tin.
A symphony by nature heard, whilst warm and dry within.

I look on as melancholy witness through drizzles on the glass.
Melancholy not through rain, but rather, from knowing it will pass.

Your ink will never dry,
        smudging every time  

I read it..
  

there are never goodbyes only

         I'll read you again soon friend..

Walking like a cowboy,
         that was wetter than dry...

                                     Humiliation...

I got wet.

Then I got more wet.

Then I lost my keys.

And my shoes were filled with rain,

chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs

through to my skin

shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in

but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet

I cried when I peeled off my clothes

I felt sorry for myself

But the little un had made me a hot drink

So I thought myself lucky

I am not native to wet and cold

The sun is needed for us growin' old

1am thoughts drive me outside to the stars
the wet grass and night breeze remind me
it's not a bad world
it's not a bad life
it's just a bad night to stargaze
clouds litter the sky,
but somehow stars still peek through
clouds roll on
and somehow they unsteady me too
I could lay here for hours
in the uneasy silence of the night

I like to blow bubbles In the rain,
           to see them play dodgeball

with the raindrops.


And as they  floats beyond my sight,
           I see the sunrays glisten off them,

Pocket rainbows floating above my head.


Its the little things that bring a smile to a day