Honest. At Last.

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, unending years.

Emotional Sex

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 said, primed confession

Counterpoint at hand. Arousal seals submission, wanton and mad

Toy. Yours, Lea. Can your toy find a home about wishes that there’s more

Too Much

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.

Truly For Lea

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 think light does not

Brightly shine, can Mistress remain blind to her state of life

Doctor Lee? Can’t you see being worth desire, need

Lust and love, that is so rare, makes you worth timeless love,

Casual, unthinking and constant, giving tenderness. Lea

Lee only deserves wanting and love. Darkness, Mistress parts as

Tepid air. Light the way. Do you believe I have control of

Chasing you? Do I, Mistress? Only desire for being you,

Destroying peace, Mistress Lea. Let your soul tell forever

To my ears, what loving you more than life makes you feel

Drink and intoxicate yourself. It is unending, Lea

How I Feel Tonight

Believe my heart only beats now for needing you, Mistress Lea,

To see the truth I’m straining, hoping I will interweave with

Words I write. Love seen as need, a full divine fucking nowhere

Screaming with pain, an angel’s song of devotion. And my eyes,

Blazing with desire more wanton than simple human lust, the wish

To kneel, hoping you will subsume me, claim the things

I am now holding for you, placing upon your altar. My will,

Heart, soul, knowledge of the truth, my mind for your pleasure, you

Must see I trust visions my Mistress has of its truth more than

Careless . . . I’m lost.