Perfect for your babygirl!!!

You’ve kept in disguise

Hidden behind your flys

Such a sweet, delicious treat

A different sort of meat…

Perfect for your babygirl! 

For her fingers to wrap and curl

For her tongue to lick and swirl

For her pussy to coat in honeyed pearl…

An all-day hard candy Lollipop!!!

Oh….how I wish to absorb it like a mop…

Suck on it so thorough, make it go…’pop’

I want it and you daddy…full stop.

via Daily Prompt: Lollipop

Photo Challenge: Unusual

Nothing in this image is usual to me, from rural England to sunny springtime in San Francisco. 

This image captures so much that I’d hoped the city would let me see. The architecture, infrastructure, clear blue California skies… and a Cop to top the hill too.

And just in case you’re wondering… yes, I left my heart in San Fancisco… with the most wonderful Californian girl.

I love you Beauty ❤

IMG_20170720_124237via Photo Challenge: Unusual

I Know My Words Bruised

The words bruised

Squeezing their interrogation

And their love suffocated

Fixated and fused…

This needless ablation

That they both hated

Their pain was Edible

As they feasted to the bone

Gnashing, snarling, gnawing

Until another bite became unbearable

And they both began to writhe and moan

Each fearing the other was withdrawing

Tears traced the horrible possibilities

Of one without the other

Of their forever becoming their never

Until their hearts had enough and slammed together

Exposing their fallibilities

Revealing their forgotten bond to one another

That nothing and no one could ever sever:

They were life partners that shared the same cardiac tether

One simply could not live without the other

via Daily Prompt: Edible

You’re my Jailer

I’ll make your fly, the perfect fit

Lithe and tight…

Feel my sharp needle make the stitch

Look into its eye…

 

I smoothed out our pattern

Measured once, cut twice

Needing stronger threads to bind

Now I’m holding the tape of the Tailor

 

Wear me beast, a skin to skin outfit

All that makeup we do, fighting to fuck, fucking to fight…

Passion isn’t fashion without our desperation and itch

Those needs, we both have that make you scratch at my thigh…

 

Distance is what is making our bodies burn

Orange and purple flames, smoldering lust and spice

Engulfed in our hot love we are both blind

Reaching, grasping, holding…we are one another’s jailer

via Daily Prompt: Tailor

A Worm To Fill My Hole

I wish I could fuck like you

The thought innervates

And I’ll never be the same

 

Stuck in the middle gear

Imprisoned arousal without parole

I am unable to unleash

 

I wish I were like you

The thought bifurcates

And I’ll never be the same

 

Tangled thoughts Jangle in my ear:

Where’s my worm? I need you to fill my hole…

Without you I’m just broken vinyl turning out pastiche…

via Daily Prompt: Jangle

Truth Be Lies

I need you, my high…

Never to wave goodbye

It’s me…I asSailed myself

I unrolled the masking-tape

Stuck myself to the should’s and why’s

Now my fingers death-grip the topshelf

And I hang like a decoration-only drape

Looked upon, yet not used…my real-truth belies

via Daily Prompt: Sail