ymy

his muffled pleas
squeeked out of corners and bounced from ceiling
whispering smiles in her ears

their wide eyed glee
of different dna
cook a tense bliss
and yield a certain stillness over his wiggle

as her hands work the contraptions of predicament
helpless sighs and storms
want overtakes resignation

she applies another

her will plays out its game
his ache
a backdrop of overtones to her staccato
he only has his eyes to blink
morse code
that his body screams to convey
but she is concentrating
'poor baby' she thinks but does not utter
his eyes roll
as she taps the center of his ache
with a determined crop
she towers over his moments
each tap ratcheting need in different directions
please stop, please more

she stands in his cockpit
navigating beyond the day

silence

silence speaks sirens
of bottled roars
of whimpering eyes
and frustrated sores
feeble dendrites
finding the next of nothing
swim in a wanting soup
spiced with distant sighting

moist

those resting thighs
across a knee, ending in heels
suck my windand weaken vertabre
like a star's beam
i feel desperation filling my sail
and guiding me
where gravity meets cold tile
and my cheek upon it
as low as it can be
lets eyes strain upward
sat their glorious length
my breath whispers a moist 'thank you'

ly

like a genie from the noisy chatter
you enter my frame
the whispers bubble inside me
and i try to calm them to be cordial
you know what i want
but it grows too tall
i cry in the palm of your hand
of wanting wantof pursed need
of stripped cover from your luminance
as it bakes me
please let me crawl into forgotten crevices
darkened with cruel mind inventions
leave me to utter memes of desperation
grasping at the sonic carrots of your day
i think i know how you do this to me
i wish to experience the why of it
the ache of what is not nextthe stillness of waiting
whimpering in the experience of intent
how can youhow can you nothow would you
how will you notwhy, when, how...gibberish comes so easily
yet there is so much more to say

covered

through shivers and daisies
and bikini line woes
the bright leaves are upon her
as she rests before the snow
lying atop of 8 seasons of zines
the curves of their covers
caress her fine lines
he walks in poses around her
as she giggles inside
her sterness above him
like pulling strings of a mime
he hangs all about
with candle in mouth
his birthday suit needy
of her dry cleaning eyes
he hums her a tune
mumbled through candle wax mouth
and kneels right above her
to feel the wind from her blow
the room is now dark
carbon fills the air
and the zines stick to her body
like an aching old year

csty2

i can almost hear the water dripping off your golden skin
left reined pants trickle out like smoke rings
my eyes rolling inside my dream
snow filled with your remnants
my muse
i wonder if you can see it in your stride
their bold reach and soft touch
i wonder if the rhythm of your heels
pitter-patter pitter-patter
reveals your heat
beating tear ducts dry
and calling on hearts to nub skin
nuba nuba
nuba nuba
but it is your mind's playground
that hijacks will
and sets it between your clamps
each dizzying ride
a pulse, screams of no...yes...no
but wants of more
the word P L E A S E has no reference
and wallows in forehead sweat
how can ache show such cause
brother 'need' loses the floor
only because of
whimper and fray
does desperation find its polish
for want without its keeper
is a dead weed that finds no other day

csty

grazing at scented air
that swept across your stern smile
leaving behind raised eyebrows
and weighted eyesheavied by lure
and swept by your trail
i can hear the razor's glide
upon what i may not seeor even know beyond
a tantalized day
for want wither
sin only slivers of your light
what has your day before you
that i may knowas food for my thoughts
a relish of other's gazes
dressing your auraand lifting your cheeks
in an interesting smirk
let me at least dream of it
glide mind up and down your itinerary
weeping in its crinkles
worn soft from my dire attention

ay

you must know by now
of the refine of your finess
when hours swell in my eyes
and my windshield is blury from need
ive clarity of why'cause because is enough
with a smile or notto send lungs as sails afoot
taking in the you of you
the whiff of your thoughts

my head battles with gravity
wanting to be left on the ground
i cant because you said no
and i need nothing else
but the food of your letters
strung around my balls
that ache and want

as the hours ween
i feel like an object
whose only thoughts are whimpers
im starting to feel like that monkey
pushing pleasure buttons that turn to torment
at 5:30am so long after your departure
how i wish you were here to let me beg
for an earlier nitebut now in your absence
i must wait until i seethe sun wink at my pathetic
desires left..alone and without

on 20375

you'd think it were the gloves
where i would starta slow trail
i gasp and exhale slowly though
realizing the curve in your wrist's shadow
silhouettes speak loud whispers
of the grace of its owner
i wonder if the bookanswers what pursed lips hide
and that angled gaze
of who enjoys its intent
i nearly cry at where those legs must go
and climb my eyes up the arch of an unshy backbut of course it is those gloves
that bow my headto you, who allow such a peak
at the secrets of kink

a snipet...

the many that surround your day and peer into the night of you...you collect them like stray bottles from the sea of attention you walk in

giggles as you walk by, dragging your nails upon the wooden door of my mind...a reverberating passing...hardly a blip in your stride...yet an endless echo...as you pounce upon the entirety of your day...spiking your will, scoring upon soul after soul...striking with simply a glance...and wit...and a little flesh

the whimpering cries are pathetic at your site...especially mine...shameful...and thus kept at a distant quiet behind muffled lust...a deep beneath

that slim waist winking above guiding legs and your will moving it swiftly...flesh coming along for the ride...such a surge to those eyes distant upon you...as speed like a slap in the face, leaves glimpses blotched upon the grey matter brief seconds attached themselves to

there's never enough of that sight...that air taking view of what is casual to you...and taunting to me...to the 'us' of 'them'...'please may i see more'...i whisper indulgently to myself, shut down into the darkness of fading last images...rejuvinating themselves with active thoughts morphing into auto-erotica.

what she might say...

tonight you are closed
you are shutdown
you are to sit there and think
contemplate your situation
recognize that moments will come and go
and you will be sitting there

you will not be able to move
not through bonds
but by not having the will
because i have overcome yours
and my words will be your action

the thought occurs to you over and over
the words speaking for themselves
speaking again and again to your inner ear
looping, teaching your muscles what they shall do
until i deem it necessary to change

robots dont feel, otherwise you would be one
no, you will suffer as you posture for me
there will many forms...standing in a corner
naked
for 30 minutes
before being allowed to lie face down on the carpet for another 15
and to lie spread eagle on your bed , for 10
and to sit at the table with your arms in the air for 5
and to take a cold shower for 1 minute

so helpless to please me

if i were to write a song...

I wanna funk
break back and sliver on down
that
funky road
that we all need
from time to sign
our fun minds
behind the grind of an all night shiver
simmer me and let me dive into your funk
im a punky junky slinky
wigglin to the 1
and sometimes the 3
but bring me in to the dance of your eyes
i wanna know, i wanna bring it on, bring it to the afternoon's breeze over my old black broken down palace of a transport
can you see me boogie, can you hear it without words
the reach
the grabing for straws
a floor filled with shoe crunching misses
yet i still spin to your pulse
uu uu uu uu uu
hear it, boom boom
boom wham
boom wham

Jaded

i peered today into the pixeled eyes

i peeked behind their twinkle

and saw intent snatch my helplessness

right out of the bag came my cowering self

realizing her eminating will

and my mind sets off on its races

speeding through conjured images spewed from words between commas

swimming in deep kink suey

swallowing it whole till i am a fossil

a shell to wind's bullying

locked away to ponder my fresh demise

gagged for sweet whimpers

crawling underneath the closet door

and finding itself a whisper

dancing around your ears

till the clicks of your heels

drown them out...and take you away