What ails me today
And in every way
Is the realisation
You’re so far away
Not a hop on a bus
Or a walk with no fuss
But a plane flight
With ocean continent to cross
But cross them I will
That is until
We can be together
To make love at our will
Until that day
When one of us will say
Enough is enough
I ache to feel your lips again.
Long to feel you envelop my head.
I need to feel your tongue slowly swirl.
I’m desperate to share your bed.
I cannot wait to shudder and cum.
Filling you mouth with lust.
Please let the days pass quickly by.
For I feel my balls might bust.
I can still taste your delicous cunt.
Memory serves me well.
But whilst the thought drives me wild.
To wait this long’s a living hell.
I will toy with you my sweetest peach.
I’ll bite and consume you as a feast.
And know that you beauty are my addiction.
And I’m your ravenous beast.
I want for nothing in this world.
That is except for you.
I’ll always want more of my beauty.
I’ll always want more it’s true.
For I could never get enough.
Be happy with what I receive.
For I want you I need you I do.
I’ll never ever perceive.
That you would ever say no to me.
There isn’t any more.
So keep leaving me a little short.
Always wanting more of what I adore.
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.
via Daily Prompt: Solitary
Send me my angel!
So I can find out what I really want
Locked and loaded
My hips are spread all the way open
My desire…is liquid fire
So…do you have any last words?
I’m taking flight….breaking out
An X marks every day
Since you went away
And I’ve been rubbing, rubbing, rubbing…going blind
Because nothing is as it really seems
Hmm…at least you are still in my dreams
Ugh! A forced rehab, for my infection
Will I still be able to see your reflection?
I hold that pillow
I even kiss it
Kiss it goodnight
For in my mind
That pillow is you
That I hold in my sleep
That I hold to get through
This Carousel, this ride through hell, spinning always apart.
Never catching up, never bonding, our love sick hearts,
Until the jet’s boost, lifts me off my roost and I fly into your arms
Then this carousel can stop for a while and we’ll love each other’s charms.
via Daily Prompt: Carousel