Intuition of my bête noire
And I could feel the insidious crack
As it raced down my heart
Trying to be the winner…
It left me in the dark scar-dust
Bifurcating stillness in its path
Shaking its head at me, the lonely sinner
Reality
Daily Prompt: Tend (Tend To)
I tend to like things you do too.
Like folding you up to deeply screw.
I tend to enjoy the dreams we share.
Dreams come true like your arse spanked bare.
I tend to want things I know you’ll provide.
Like fucking your throat while tightly tied.
We tend to share the same open mind.
That allows our fantasies to actually unwind.
