We Ache

I ache for you, my heart is in pain.

My cock throbs, needs you to drain.

The weeks roll, grow too long,

The time our enemy, time’s so strong.

The creator of our torrid anguish,

Laughing as we wait, forced to languish.

You ache for me, your heart in pain.

As me, you need, you feel the same.

Your cunt desires, wants me inside.

You need to fuck, we need to ride.

The calender pages burn, as ash they disappear.

Til that day, together, the day that I reappear.

When beauty belies what lies inside

When beauty belies what lies inside.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, with varacious eyes.

A predator hungry for more than gentile.

An instinct for procreation, for fucking as she kneels.

A need to feel the pain of being used for days.

A want to be pummelled to be hurt, again and again.

That’s what you’re prey shall give with a sinister grin.

Weaved into your web to ravage, through the first carnal sin.

When beauty belies what lies inside.

I saw, I saw what you needed, I saw it in those beautiful blue eyes.

darkest days and nights

On the darkest days and nights,

I think of you.

I smile, I cry,

Both are true.

For love at arms length,

Isn’t a hard trial.

But coping with the need,

Can truly be vile.

Our minds have too much time,

Thinking the worst.

Lashing out at nothing,

The bubble nearly bursts.

Then it happens,

The epiphany of truth,

Then it happens,

I remember you.

All calms,

Fears ebb away.

And I thank you my Beauty,

For your love on those days.

Our eyes

Our eyes connected us,

Yours reflecting mine.

It didn’t seem to matter,

That you were a stranger here online.

I saw a look that looked divine,

An angel looking at me.

And as I gazed upon your gaze,

I decided you’d set me free.

Our eyes connected us,

A pale blue that I couldn’t resist.

And I know my soul was sold,

I as I looked into them as we first kissed.

Reconcile the disappointment

I reach out to touch your skin,

To hold you, to pull you in.

But air is all I feel, an empty bed,

I reconcile the disappointment in my aching head.

I can wait, it won’t be that long,

Jesus Christ I hate that repeated song.

The tune I know that you too despise,

The one that sings of all we’ll be denied.

So tonight and tomorrow the pillow will have to do.

And I hope with all my heart that one day the pillow’s replaced by you.