Wrap your roused flesh, wrap it around mine.
Move at an erotic tempo, lustfully kept in time.
Infidelity in a synchronous fashion.
Beat out every ounce of pent up passion.
Til crescendo cums, a chorus screamed aloud.
Duet in sinful secrecy, yet scored loud and proud.
Ooze our lust o’er sex ridden sheets.
And hum to the tune that we still discreetly keep.
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❤️
Summer is hard when you live as we do.
A summer in secrecy hidden from view.
People about us all and every day.
But we find ourselves begging them please go away.
Summer is waning and drifting to fall.
At last our time comes.
And we’ll answer its calls.
Out of the blue
Into the black
My skin peels
That IS the way it feels
Promises are vows
Splintering, snapping, cracking in half
How much longer can I lie here…
With my hands tied behind my back?
The pills keep getting bigger and bigger to swallow
Me, myself, and I are the only ones left to wallow…
Tonight, I will try it again…
Timing the moment
I’ll come face to face with my God
I’ve so much to be forgiven for
Down here on my knees
Down here on my floor
I am an amputee since you left
Half of a whole
And everyday is a struggle
I need you like I need air
I need you like I need water
I’ve never had such a strong sexual attraction to anyone before. Ever. If I just think of you, my heart races, my blood boils, and I can’t catch my breath. It’s as if you have stolen all the oxygen right from my lungs. Along with my breath you have taken my self control. I no longer possess it. You do. I have become an object. Your sex object. Just as you have become mine. My body, my mind, my heart, my soul…every cell in my body has become 100% pure sex. My desire…has manifested into my life’s mission: To mate with you. To make you happy. To devour you. To eat from you. To share my body with you. To share my life with you. The sexual energy between us is palpable. I can feel it. I stroke it. I play with it. Most of the time…I am not aware what is even happening to me. On the one hand I feel euphoria…on the other a despair so great it feels like I am dying a thousand deaths. It is merely lust? Merely love? Merely passion? Why do I find it impossible to clearly put to words the ways in which you make me feel? Is it enough to say…I feel connected to you in a way…that most people will never feel for another human being as long as they live? If I tell you…I am crying as I type this….that my vital organs feel squeezed inside of my skin, trapped behind my bones…because they are being prevented from doing what they want to do: they want to be smushed up next to you. Our bodies are a perfect fit. Literally. Figuratively. It seems so trite to say we are puzzle pieces…and yet…that is exactly what we are. When we are together, everything feels right. When we are apart…it hurts. You are my man, I am your woman. Yet, we belong to others. The pain of our situation, for all involved…is the worst tragedy I can imagine. Sometimes I feel like we are playing out one of the saddest greek tragedies ever known to mankind. Do you believe me? When I tell you…I ache? From the moment I met you…the moment…the exact moment…and I remember it so well…I fell in love with you. I recognized you. I knew you. I knew who you were. I saw…myself.