I Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.


Lust Addict

I can taste you,

The want is extreme.

Unspeakable acts,

Horrifically obscene.

I can smell you,

It stirs me inside.

If only you could see,

What’s hidden in my mind.

I’ll taste you.

My teeth will sink in.

I will take what I want,

Fear evil within.

I’ll own you.

Your soul will be mine.

And you’ll keep coming back,

Time after addicted time.



Passion flows, it’s liquid in its form.

It pours slowly from your skin, through heated open pores.

Passion simmers, it takes time to slowly build.

The pressure climbs til release comes, then only does it spill.

Passion engulfs, it leaves no thought or feeling behind.

Nothing can resist its will, and like passion, you are mine.


Wanting something

More attention, more inspiration 

I used to scribe

I used to play

But now there are…

Monsters inside

Eating the heads off 

Each word I would write

Licking lips with great delight

My words don’t come

My body doesn’t either 

Has beauty become a beast?

A has been, a devoured feast?

Secret relationship energy

Like rays of sun

Promising sex, promising fun

Your girl without ties

Your girl spreading her thighs

Anonymous masturbation

That high, that spurting elation

Sometimes I write of despair, of pain

Of childhood dreams

And a pussy that creams

My passion, well you know it screams 

You feel it when we fuck

My mouth, and in every suck

The way my hands grab

The way my teeth bite

If my words don’t come

I know my body soon will

No…I don’t write much

But I do need your touch

Your attention

Your inspiration 

It is something

You are my something 

My everything