I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

Your face Transcends Garnish

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective

You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round