Day 6

the timbre of my days
echo 6
and bugle unheard cries
but the sea that carries the weight of ache
drifts away from its shore
dragged further away than arrival's expectation

and figments of imagined smiles enjoyed
by you and the hims of your daylight
and your night
fall sharply upon my naked face
chilled by the air of cold cold quiet
as i soak like damp wool
reeking of want

i walk head tilted
cause the eyes of women notice
they can peer through me
and see the lust dripping like tears
i avert out of respect

and head to blog
and stroke to each futile end
and search as instructed
for non-moving, yet difficult legs to endure
just because
you had asked

Day 5

having missed an evening of you
i've tossed and turned
like a night fritter
sizzling in a sleepless haze

having been such an object
strokeless for almost two nights
i rub and the jeanie of ache smiles and winks
i am whimpering even in whispers
leasning forward towards your photo
knowing the weekend brings your silence
im not sure panic is too soft a word

i am in heighted state of suffering now
brought on by soft breezes upon my nipples
quick turns that squeeze my jeans
and finger tips that involuntarily meet touchpoints
like a nymph left on shore

W H I M P E R

Day 4

today your reach spanned daylight's window
and continued its hold upon my daze
my eyes are weak
and my need sore
you keep me humming on fumes
titrating my sleep
i engage the day with a fog
your toy sent among its own
with wanting in his pocket
and tears swelling in inoperable ducts
your image burned into the haze he parts to see my lunch

my head wobbles heavy
yet jerks for curved bodies passing
an unatural flashback
to the world you keep me in
i try not to embarass myself
but the perv inside reaches through my chest
and i duck corners to blush

when a moment catches me
i was to be that object again
stroking
dripping spasms of restraint
how much more can you make me want
you are the food
and rubbing the water you bring me to

i can hardly stand
the weight of your will
ringing in my ears
i dont know what i want next
let me lust or something close to your amusement

Day 3

luckly the day ate me up
though i stir from deep sleep
twinge of need swirling
i esaped a long day of distraction
only to feel it more potently
nudge me from my slumber
and leave me now with a sharp calling

it winks at me
reminding me of its controller
and jarring the juices left stale and abandoned
you are its north pole
and whimpers crawl up my esophogus
invoked by the mere thought of you
and how your side glance captivates me

i need to be cloaked in this need
these are the ingredients of bondage
captivity of a mind desperate for drowning
wanting every gasp to be of your attention
attenuated by your blood-red-finger-nailed-twist of a knob
from the control room of your post
high above the dwellings of my ache
and the screams of my wanting

i am crawling
to a mirage of hope
but it is as real a pull
as the guide of a needle's pull
pointing to your electric wave
this is not yearning
it is an exodus of choice
leaving naked
my goosebumped skin
as i stroke oblivious to the wind

Day Two

all she said was do this
i stroke all the time anyway
but it is different
under her control...there is no way out

i whimpered into my pillow last night
the ache from my balls making me find new positions to sleep
it was a five hour run
kept up long after my eyes begged to close
they slammed shut once horizontal
but i found myself humping them awake
dreaming of her
and facing the futility of rubs
exhaustion won its battle
and i arouse early
the ache still apparent
earlier than my body's desire for rest
my horny self causing its stir

oh my an exhausting day
hobbling my balls around
them feeling dragged across pavement
i caught my unconscious self touching my nipples in the middle of the day
i gasped

meetings went late
and imperative errands kept me longer
from a private space
where i could take it out
and watch it rise rapidly to say 'please'
i shook my head...it is not for me to say
still i grabbed it and closed my eyes
squeezing rather than stroking
and pulling
jerking
oh my god...already there in moments
i had to put it back

i want to stroke more
do nothing but
for her attention
know her pleasure from my suffering
and endure need's see-saw with cousin obey

first post

i am shoved into your cyber corner
locked in your little electric closet
a tiny pm box left blank with silence
with only my next stroke to keep me awake
and desperately in need

hours go by
as i aimlessly stare at the screen
hoping you will think of me
and type to me
i realize how pathetic it is
but each glimpse into your mind
each moment of your intellect
takes me further into need's cloak
pushing me deeper into your debt
and wanting more and more of you

and the more i want you
the more you point me towards my fate
a never ending ritual of want
stroke meeting stroke
quenched only by another stroke
and the perpetual denial you keep me in

there do come those moments
when the desire is soo overwhelming
i just want to shout
or cry
or whimper like a puppy
and wish you can hear me
and sometimes i whimper pathetically in your IM box
wishing you knew how hard it was to distrub you
but how i cant control myself sometimes with the need to let you know
what you have done to me

and when you make me deal with your inevitable unmoving resolve
i take a hard gulp
and learn to absorb another level of frustration
hoping i am getting credit for each level in some way
imagining you reading my dire state from afar
omnipotent among my ache
lightly tapping my cage with your mind when you see fit

you make me an animal
a wanton dish
and there is no way out of my cage
for you are too amused

how can it be that i can be kept so
never even a touch
hardly a bother
you knowing just the amount of cruelty to last hours
and the right time to gag me
and lift my dreams
to a new set of maybe's
and probably not's
and barrels of weakness you have rung from my confessions
and scrambled on the floor
like a fetishist shoes
placing me neck high in them

i stroke
and stroke more
and i continue to stroke
and whimper

it is 3 hours now...will this go on?