What To Write

I sit and ponder what to write,

Something original, something trite?

Something sexual, poems of love?

One thing I know, it’ll be about us.

I write for you, I write for me.

I write of things we’ve felt and seen.

I write our chronicle, our history.

I write of what will come into being.

As I sit I ponder, what tonight?

Who knows what? But I’m certain I’ll write.

 

 

Adventures in Sex

The filth that flows through my mind.

Shocks even me from time to time.

The adventures in sex I wanted to have.

You’ve wanted too, for which I’m glad.

You’d been unfulfilled, as too had I.

Until our minds met, clashed online.

With an out pouring of thoughts, hopes, dreams.

We told each other, what we need.

And into reality it came vividly true.

When we travelled to do what we needed to do.

We put into action the filth in our minds.

It still shocks even me from time to time.

That the adventures in sex so good, so bad.

Are our shared dreams, that we just need to have.

 

 

Let It Go!

I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,

A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.

You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,

Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.

But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,

I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.

I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.

I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.

Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.