Do You Remember

Do you remember?

My hard shaft in your grasp.

Lubed, as you were too,

As you guided me into your arse.

Do you remember?

You let out a cry of sweet pain.

You asked me please be gentle,

Asked that the beast remain chained.

Do you remember?

As pleasure rose to the fore.

So tight as you opened up to lust,

Now we want it more and more.

Do you remember?

The trust that it took to do.

The mutual respect offered up,

From both me and from you.

Western Sky

As the sun sets in the West, I look your way.

Tracing the high jet’s vapour trail.

It takes a route I wish above all I were on.

Wishing I were there not here like the Pink Floyd song.

As the sun sinks below the horizon I’d cross.

I listen of crazy diamonds and his loss.

But for each cloud that’s absent from this blue sky.

The thought of you, your silver lines fill my mind.

They keep me afloat, keep my head above the waves.

The thought of you, that plane, and our wishes to be saved.