Away from prying eyes

In a place isolated,

We’ll go to play.

We’ll take ropes,

And food for days.

Water to sustain,

Our time in the wilds.

Cos we’ll be far out,

Gone for miles.

There we can be,

All we need you see.

There we can scream,

And be you and me.

No one will hear,

Our pleas for more.

None will disturb,

Our perverted chores.

I want to get wild,

And run with you.

I want to fuck,

Like the beasts do.

I want a fight,

To take you down.

I want to win,

The cunt I’ll pound.

I’ll tie you,

Over a fallen tree.

I’ll pull out my belt,

Through loops of jeans.

And there away,

From prying eyes.

I’ll go to town,

On soft arse and thighs.

You’ll glow red,

Like embers burn.

You’ll feel the heat,

Of lessons learnt.

But as I release you,

You’ll hold me tight.

For I’ll protect you,

From the dark in the night.

I’ll bathe you in love,

I’ll wipe fear from your eyes ,

And there in peace,

We’ll watch the sun rise.

Daily Prompt: Solitary (Prisons of our own making)

We’re all locked in cells of our own making.

Sometimes solitary, all alone.

Other times confined with others in life.

In prisons we’d oft call home.

A few of us decide, no, no more.

This unhappy sententence is unwarranted, unjust.

And with courage, conviction and a leap of faith.

Break free into the arms of those they trust.

So hear my words through prison walls.

Don’t give up on your heartfelt dreams.

For when love’s opportunities arise.

The walls might not be as high as they seem.

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Daily Prompt: Notorious

Notoriety calls me

It calls you too

To do the things

We want to do

To push our limits

To stretch our horizons

To show the world

All we’ve been hiding

Would we be

Notorious you and me

If we lived and loved

As we want to be

If we cast off the shackles

If we put ourselves first

If we breathed the freedom

That we both deserve

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True

I smile the biggest of wicked grins

As we tempt fate with the biggest sins

You and I, eye to eye

Tasting, touching, letting fly

No script written for what we do

It all comes naturally, improv et tu

Longing becomes loving, loving hell bent

For worth we both know, our souls spent

So I smile wickedly, as do you

Thus swelling our hearts for being true