Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.
I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys