Daily musing, and picture cruising
But dreams only happen when we sleep
Those memories we both replay and keep
A distinct strum, a deep bass
Play it Daddy…
Play it like you mean it
My finger swirls, in yours
Combined and intertwined
A good life, indeed
Our love, a beating stampede
Proving to us that our mutual desire assuages
Berries so rarely blue
Sweetness on tap
Your Faceless head
Makes no sound
But your head with a face makes a tell-tale moan
Shifting the tear ‘a firm-ahhhhh…
We’ll fill the empty skies
With our hollow sighs
Creating a solid for us
Marching towards one another
Our shapes will shift
But our dream will never smother
I’ll monitor yours
If you monitor mine
Detecting those electrical impulses
Recording our activity
Measuring our pace…
The one we love-to-make
Protecting against attacks
We’ll perform our surgical sex
As we transplant our love
via Daily Prompt: Faceless
I will defy you in every word.
I will resist ’til the war has turned.
I will fight with every fibre of my being.
I will strain to wipe you off my scene.
I will never fall under your rule.
I will defend my heart, and soul too.
I will win and love will prevail.
And you, yes you! You will fail.
Some have said I have a heart of gold.
Some have said I am much more.
But I’d ask you, do you believe?
Or would you assay, just to be sure?
Do you take my word as bond?
Or is that a leap of faith too far?
Do you believe my words of love?
I hope you do for they’re from that heart.
via Daily Prompt: Assay
I will meddle with your heart.
I will pull you open, pull you apart.
I will devour your love, take it all.
I will steal it from you, force the fall.
I will tamper with the locks you keep in place.
I will break all manner of device to eventually grace.
Your mind, body, heart, and soul.
I will manipulate to take you whole.
You are going to be mine, captured for sin and more.
You my conundrum, mine to explore.
I will imprison you by breaking you wide.
I will settle and perpetually reside.
via Daily Prompt: Meddle
Pain is a professor
In a class I know all too well
My heart is aching today
Bleeding out through my vagina
My thoughts…are the compressor
Squeezing out my dreams, making them hurt and swell
This isn’t a game I want to play
I may very well die from my heart’s forlorn angina