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.