A fellow who cheated, contrite
Hoped his wife would forgive him, she might
Reach down deep in her heart
And they’d have a new start
But she lopped off his cock in the night
The eye watering course of life and love
A fellow who cheated, contrite
Hoped his wife would forgive him, she might
Reach down deep in her heart
And they’d have a new start
But she lopped off his cock in the night
Not really sure wtf this is but its something I suppose.
He waits, each day repeated forever hoping
All pressed cotton and fathers aftershave
Crimson wrists match carnation’s hue
And wet cheeks like blood red roses blush
At mere thought yet thought alone can wrench
And heart in chest does twist and writhe
then shrivel scorned and turn to dark
until madness claims him for her own
And with malady and melody sweeps away to cold dark soil
And love young dream fades slowly to black until daybreak once more
sometimes I just start typing words and hope something even half sensible emerges…
A heady mix of dark and light she dances
like gossamer on the breeze and sugar on the tongue
she delights, and in her freedom beckons you to follow
sweet whispers and soft words engage
and head and heart and form then with electric thrill
and without thought of consequence enslaved
to worship and new supplicant is wilful born
and freely takes his place in writhing mass of flesh
And evermore to be repaid…
Awake she waits then into darkness falls
of loss and life and love and all that passed her by she ponders
and soft and slow surrenders to sweet malaise
and in madness and malady consumed embraces him
Her hand in his, and whispers promised sweet
Lured on and on and blind to all but he
And chains that bind and loves dear heart so foul corrupts
He beds and binds and breaks then tossed aside
And in that moment scorned and used
Heart breaks over evermore and rising laughter sounds
Tasted, taunted temptress feels the pain again
That she so harsh inflicted causing loves pure heart to fail
Slowly it ticks away filled with laughter and joy…
Slowly it ticks away filled with laughter and joy
Sweeping us along oblivious to how quickly it flies
Until with wrinkled trembling hands
We hold treasures dear and gaze with fading eyes
And remember no longer moments vivid and clear
But yet remain content with what we know we had
nom nom nom
Jiggling, sweat pools and jowls drool
Ill fitting, tight sitting, pants splitting
Slowly, thighs chafe and crevices clammy
Never ending, chair bending keep pretending
One more, maybe two, empty boxes
Lips licking leftover picking
Old notch, new notch new belt
Digging into squishy pink flesh
And more, ever more ravenous
Until alone, mouldy folds and cold
One last trip, fat to render
And dripping, burning furnace consumed
She pages through albums
Dog eared corners, tear stained, well thumbed
Faded smiles and distant echoes of laughter
Take her back each time and lines fade from her face
Sun through broken windows illuminates
And beckons from the shadows
Memories of those who for far too long have waited
Fearful of the dark and of her rage
In those moments small hands held and brows kissed
Full bellies and blankets tightly tucked
Of regret no thoughts and of nighty nights
Until setting sun brings once more dark veil
And as sepia eyes smile and say goodnight
She looks through bars to catch sunsets dying embers
And lies as stars peek through inky black
and regrets, remembers and tries to forget