The Lull ’til Bye

We’re balancing…

On opposite ends of the beam

With love that glitters

Not bound by blood

But lust instead

Helpless to Deny

The moon’s rays

Penetrating our flesh

Quiet is the night…

Lonely is the night…

Wanting is the night…

The sweat is what stings

The need is what burns

Our sex is what aches

Until

Suddenly…

Blissful unawareness

via Daily Prompt: Deny

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