My turn, for night

Waiting my turn, waiting for night
Another hot flash rips me apart
Better sex, better everything…
My body is ablaze!
It’s a true midlife crisis!
A 911, with no place to call
The earth suddenly shook
And I wondered if it was my ancestors
Rolling in their graves
Turning their backs
Away from me
From what I’m doing…
I’m still going to wait
For my turn,
For the night
Middle age, sometimes it feels like a cage
But when I’m with you Beast, I feel free❤️

Upon our bed

Pictures of us in my head, 

You’re tied down ready upon our bed. 

No lingerie,  I see you nude,

Oh what a sight,  my Beauty filled view.

I ponder first, which course to take, 

A luxury I have,

As your unable to escape.

My mind made up, I touch your skin,

I gently caress, so softly it’s a sin.

Watching the goosebumps appear in fingers wake,

I listen to the contented sighs that you make.

I feel the want, ebbing from your heart, 

Now you’re ready,  now the fun starts.

Wand comes second, held firmly to clit,

You cum third, crying ” Holy shit!”.

An outburst crude, I’ll not stand for that.

And suddenly the wand is replaced with a slap!

“Aaargh fuck!” A cry of heartfelt pain,

Encouraging me to slap clit again and again.

Til then I hear what I need,

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry, please!”

I stop and I climb between tied thighs,

I look for remorse in your blue eyes.

I see it there, real, I see regret,

I also see glistening, your cunt, it’s so wet.

So, what else is a daddy to do?

But kiss it all better, to lick up that dew.

To make good our play with tongue and lips.

To keep going as you cum, cum bucking hips.

I taste you my Beauty, my sweet tasting girl,

I lap up your juices as you cum, come unfurled.

Easing off, I’m proud of my sweet,

Thankful for the courage , the bravery I meet.

For its not everyday that anyone would give.

Themselves over bound to truly live.

So untied now, again I caress. 

And show you through love, how I’m truly blessed.

Years ago

It was that seventies groove…
And my hips knew it,
Those dirty little sluts…
I had stars in my eyes,
Turning my scabs into scars
And the percussion beat in my heart
And possibility was my concussion
Dislodging, dislocating
I danced for love
I danced for life
I danced for…you
One track, one mind
And it was then that I wrote you a song…
Even though I didn’t know you back then
You were my prayer in secret
My wish into the mirror
The lyrics unfolded from my soul
And released into the universe…
And I felt truly alive❤️

Killing The Time

It was a tiny bite, made with the tiniest teeth

My lips sealed on yours, but still…we made a mess

Dripping, dripping, dripping…

Until we wore each other

Our lust, our love, our secrets

The night was our last supper

And my hands were in your pockets

Digging for your confessions

And yours were squeezing my bones

Breaking all my laws

We were both killing the time

Because it went too fast

Because we couldn’t make it stop

There are days

There are days when we miss each other.

There are days we somehow can’t connect.

There are days we both wish our lives would align.

There are days we can’t do what we both expect.

Those days seem to mock us, laugh at our plight.

Those days suck, they’re stealing us of precious time.

Those days drag, they are the longest grind.

Those days hurt cos I can’t be yours, or you mine.

There are days when we miss each other.

There are days we somehow can’t connect.

There are days we both wish our lives would align.

There are days that I wish that we were  wed.