Grain, grain…go away

Blues melt into days end hues

Our hairs of the cross the last to see

The sky once smooth, become Grainy

The clouds drift in soft, white

To shield us from sun’s heat

And quench parched earth, raining

Pouring to fill another opportunity

Another broken day…

We keep trying to cleanse our hurts away

But the dirt of this sometimes wretched life

Just won’t wash away

Least not now, not today

(written by Beauty and her hot-as-fuck Beast❤️)

via Daily Prompt: Grainy

Send Me My Angel!

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?

Because…

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?

Timing The Moment

Out of the blue

Into the black

My skin peels

That IS the way it feels

Promises are vows

Splintering, snapping, cracking in half

How much longer can I lie here…

With my hands tied behind my back?

The pills keep getting bigger and bigger to swallow

Me, myself, and I are the only ones left to wallow…

Tonight, I will try it again…

Timing the moment

I’ll come face to face with my God

I’ve so much to be forgiven for

Down here on my knees

Down here on my floor

Slaying The Monsters Under My Bed

Blinking awareness, can it be?

The beams cracking

Breaking free…

My hand slides to touch

And on a deep inhale

My pointing finger nests in between

You’ve got to listen to what I’m saying!

My love…don’t underestimate me

I never wait till midnight to do my snacking

The love inside of me IS your key

A loud motivator..but, it’s never too much

And on a deep exhale

My body transforms into a scene

Where the monsters under my bed are what I’m slaying

Hard Menagerie

My organs make the song

Each visceral tune

As I pole-grind, lifting my hips up and down

Spinning, spinning, spinning

Love is your thick come-hither prong

And sex…we both eat with the same spoon

Ours is a Carousel that won’t ever breakdown

Spinning, spinning, spinning

You on yours, me on mine…but it won’t be long

Until just once becomes always in a blue moon

But for now this colorful, hard menagerie is our playground

Spinning, spinning, spinning

I LOVE YOU BEAST❤️

via Daily Prompt: Carousel

A sort of…fuel

If the chance I take

Is hidden…

A stereotype that’s a type-of-stereo…

Will my desire still pool?

I look down my front to heaven, for hell’s sake!

I know it’s inexplicable and forbidden

The way my lust heats down below

A sort of erotic…fuel

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