Home

Home is where the heart is,

Unless you are me.

Cos home is a place at times,

From which I wish I could break free.

Home sweet home,

A fallacy we think is real.

When the walls are cold with loneliness,

And living there’s an ordeal.

Home, define the word please,

A house, a dwelling, a place for one’s heart?

A prison, a dormitory, shelter?

I wish I could tell them apart.

Every night I pray

Day follows night

Night follows day

On knees for each

I kneel, I pray

Do not forsake me

The happiness I need

Do not forget me

Remember me please

And as day follows night

And night follows day

I look for the signs

That my wish is on its way

That I’m not forsaken

That my dream can come true

That whoever hears my prayers

Will deliver me, you.

You’re The Best Fuck.

You’re the best Fuck I ever had…

Online or else matters not a tad. 

For we’re aligned you and I.

Our perversion equal in each other’s eyes.

You’re the best Fuck I ever had…

An openness for which I’m glad.

You’re experimenting, learning all with me.

We’re working together to find our true needs.

You’re the best Fuck I ever had…

I’m not letting you go that’d be too sad.

For I’m happiest caged, locked with you.

Incarcerated with lust and you in a room.