Pushing Buttons.

What…?
You honestly thought,
that my DNA forgot,
the dealer of
such a lethal drug?
When you’ve
got me tethered,
weathered and wrought;
and you’ve
got me pleasured,
treasure the thought;
What…?
say you didn’t mean,
to imply anything,
through the carelessness,
of your pretentiousness,
When you’ve
got me all twisted,
insistent on foolishness;
and you’ve
still persisted,
pushing buttons like this.

Sapling.

What does this woman want?

She wants to be secure,

wants to be assured,

wants to feel beholden,

to bring warmth to the touch of her master;

And, what does the man want?

He wants to greedily admire,

wants to be twice as admired,

wants to burn eternal,

to forever sizzle within at the sight of his object;

The equation seems simple,

closeness shall draw the rest together, in turn,

a man and a woman are natural companions,

the admiration one holds for the other,

is not enough – has never been enough,

will never be enough to purge,

from the spirit of the man,

or from the soul of the woman,

the sapling that lies within the belly of both,

grown from the seed of Lust and Blood,

one, the child of Fear and Jealousy,

the other, born to War and Desire,

now together – now ripped at the seam,

the dark hours are the battleground,

on which we strike our most memorable,

and powerful of blows,

to behold the single rogue,

sweat drop as it defiantly rolls

from your brow down the bridge of your nose

and disappears in the corner of my eye, as usual.

 

Bubble Bath.

I thought you’d left while I was in the bubble bath;

So I paraded around sporting bitchy tits ‘n ass…

I wrapped myself up in your freshly washed towel;

telling myself I was glad that you were gone now…

Silly me; you actually never had gone anywhere at all;

I found you standing quietly with your mouth opened in awe …

Beads of sweat dot your head; a crown of liquefied guilt;

Swallowed whole – from all you know; desire you’ve never felt…

And when you see my red-ruby pouting start to pucker,

and sense how my insides tense;  you sexy mother-fucker…

Lick me clean of my tears – salted by such childish fears;

strike a match against the fuse between the filthy and the pure…

tonight I stroke your hidden side – that displaced face you always hide;

Allow me to perfect your view of how a good girl will abide…

you stood there, your hands wringing with intensity;

shirtless and hungry like a pre-meditative beast,

I was yours bendable expendable – that’s right,  wrapped up tight;

And you were yourself – an animal, ever-ready to bite…

the time became a sucking noise from the drain,

you manhandled my body and I hijacked your brain;

I’m glad you never left while I was in the bubble bath;

it’s sad to think about it now after so much time has passed.

.

 

Quantum

Ooh Lala

Here and there, you are everywhere;

inside of my depths I can feel your thrust there…

The darkness fades around the whispers we convey;

With you inside me, your hands to forcibly guide me:

I can die on a different day than today.

The urge builds within a cocoon softer than silk;

to bare my nakedness in front of your groin…

and assure I will be the one that you keep;

all the while I know, because I watch how you grow:

that soon you you put me to sleep.

I’ll ‘Come’ By For Christmas…(An Adult Ink)

Fill Up My Stockings

Fill Up My Stockings

Bubble Bath.

bubble bathI thought you’d left while I was in the bubble bath;

So I paraded around in tears, sporting naked tits ‘n ass…

I sat on the floor, wrapped in your freshly washed towel;

In love with a truth masks my pain, somehow…

Silly me: you never left to go anywhere at all;

Eyes fixated on my body like I’m a photo on a wall…

Beads of sweat dot your head; a crown of liquefied guilt;

Swallowed whole – by all you know; release like you’ve never felt…

Can you see my ruby-sadness drenched, pouting lips start to pucker?

Can you sense: the way my insides tense; and my skin burns like a mother-fucker?

Lick me clean, of these tears – salted with my own childish fears;

Light the fuse of combustion between the filthy and most pure…

Let me nurture your hidden side – that face you always hide;

Allow me to show you how a good girl shall abide…

Don’t just sit there, with your mouth hanging wide;

Let me give you something to finally close those tired eyes.

I will be yours bendable expendable – to do with, whatever you like;

And you will be yourself – a snake in the grass, ever-ready to strike…

I will hold you closely, so tightly that your breath fails;

Bet your ass – we will lie together – in this filthy bed of nails.