conflict

part of me wants to give you what you deserve. to love you as your soul mate, and cherish your heart with everything i have.

part of me wants to give you what you want. to fuck your ass like a porn star, and treat you like any other one of my whores.

tell me my poor, conflicted child. what should be our compromise?

Catholick

i recite the bible, and dirty poetry, as you suck my cock in the car park

my words fuck your ears, and your conscience fucks your mind

, my seed fills your mouth
, His guilt fills your eyes, with tears
and yet
you’ve never felt more real

the supine interrogation

i supine to rest and proudly wither after you’ve painted my cock a glossy crimson.

you light me a cigarette you know i won’t accept.

the interrogation starts :
“you never smoke after i suck you, did you know that?”

the interrogation ends :
“i am a punctuation nazi, when it comes to life. why add a full stop when an exclamation point has already been used?”

celibacy

i’m tired.
worn down, worn out, worn through.
i’m done.
i’m done with sex.
tired of fucking.
bored with it all.
orgasms bore me. women bore me. sensuality is over rated.
that’s it folks, i’m giving it up.
starting today, i’m living a life of celibacy. no more women, no more sex, no more fun.

- said diirrty, never ever.

Feel

Turn off the light. Close your eyes.

Feel my fingers on your neck.
Feel your dress slide to the floor.
Feel the breeze brush your skin.
Feel the radiant warmth of mine.
Feel my thigh brush yours.
Feel the sheet on your body as you lay down.
Feel my palms on your back.
Feel your aches slip away beneath my touch.
Feel your cunt moisten.
Feel my weight over you.
Feel my grip of your hips.
Feel my stubble on your neck.
Feel my breath on your cheek.
Feel my gentle kiss.
Feel my need.
Feel the anticipation.
Feel my penetration.
Feel your accommodation.
Feel my sex.
Feel your lust.
Feel my thrust.
Feel my cock, fucking your body, fucking your cunt, fucking your love, fucking your mind.

Feel me, feel us, feel this perfection.

Feel our dream wash over and course through you.
Feel your rise.
Feel my fever.
Feel your control, lost with mine.
Feel my seed, filling your hungry lust.
Feel my strength, fade and fall.
Feel my embrace.
Feel my caress.
Feel my naked honesty, vulnerability, and self – in your arms.