Words I write. Love seen as need, a full divine fucking nowhere
Screaming with pain, an angel’s song of devotion. And my eyes,
To die again, be broken by love, tireless need, a servant to your vain Desire that boyish need burns a dull story upon a doleful soul But never best the world's turning truth. Can I please burn alone when Tears of futile nothing steal meaning, turning love coal dark, cold Burning for you stops the gray hopelessness, don't you see? Can my mistress ease this dull, purgatorial truss of hate? Perhaps worshipping love itself, yearning for you, Lea, a lie Do you see Lea is the perfect thing to want, and the only Cold, gray everything then Lea. Can you…
Too long neglected, can't a pastime fill a tremor of being her slut? Does her son Want a dress, delight in stylists' braid, tell himself panties are work to shop for? Cosmetics work wonders, perverts mine, many like me, desiring tramp sissy Dick hole to possess hard, turning slut to moaning bitch, a wanton tramp to nail Fuck me, become father, slut son or mommy's love. Make me her Gratify your eighteen-year-old dick with my tramp sissy cock-sheathe, your Torrid, wanton cum hole, needy to drain twin globes for listening Ears softly hear spoken things told to those holding she…
To find me, to hear electric nerves scream. Can you know? Can you not?
Do you see, tell your lies, barked ether peels of mirth?
To wind doubt, had you any, round dim conceits that did blaze with
Haunting beauty and more, truly mastered charm, teases that promised naught.
Lit eyes magical. Just truth. Traffic would halt for your bright warm amber eyes and gleeful smile.
Claim me now, take my ass to accept it as yours. Please, for my dearly sought gone lost peace.
Find in me power, show, teach me satiating your need to dominate, truth made plain,
To my mind, to your hunger. Slut, I know. Too, sissy. Not whore though.
Dance through my brain, your giant penis coaxing complete surrender to you
I, humiliated, will love Goddess more, too scared to taste the love,
Till the sex bliss passes, till I lie, tomorrow, and yesterday, only yours
Tell me there could be more. It is me, being yours.
My awareness thirsts, not my mouth nor my soul. Tunneling through life, Sliding the shaft, the experience consciousness calls my life Life, living my life, thirsts with buzzing aflame, screaming blood. Maddened, yours. Cold and void, believed when I cum to your taking my ass. And I can't cum till I know it's true, not romantic fantasy. When I accept, bliss comes over torn thoughts and gurgling coos of what you know Carry me over, balls lanced with that driving penis that's yours, Spilling my testament, my conviction that I'm yours, best of all bliss in life Too afraid it…
Too barren, too barren to soothe what a certain small topic, a long diminuendo Culminating to tresses borne by little nymphettes talking over pleasure lies Hotter when tired and neutered by worn zeal for more, still more now Tricks for salty tears and respite from shame bought with cum Pleasant hears. A thing, it hears my thoughts, it knows my heart All I show, it greets with cheer and not more then shown do I know Tumult and sorrow, thoughts of submission shake my hands Peace is inert, nothing. Happiness filters through fears, hopelessness too. Body yelling, mind dancing, billowed…
Call to the done, what lies torn fewer horrid lies and truth kneels To a whim gotten along better left dreams all real to the quick Bellowing truth and sighed always, whispered everything Radiant pools, amber eyes flat and vain, concern for Perfect arrangement of need and covetous, lost lust It’s always. More, everything. Don’t hope less Hope for more, despair for Lea. Try her love Death might stop, perfect claim on souls Become lost, but hers still. Still. And her pleasure tears your mind Fill, maybe own it. Her pleasure. Torn, nothing. It’s my light, taken me through Desperate,…
