I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
