Thursday, November 23, 2006

a dialog

I'm going to wreck you

I just breathe

Will you let me blindfold you today


Get up on the bed


On your knees baby


Do you like that


No, isn't the word

breathe, I know that, smile

There is so much I want to do to you

you make it so hard to just breathe


Anonymous Anonymous said...

and yes
the eternal affirmation
that you are,
that you offer to me,

a thousand suns
are burnt out, and cease
eclipsed by the heat
of our union.

and I
broken, trembling,
hungry and delirious
stand stuttering after
at the altar
of your body.

10:07 p.m.  
Blogger wicked butterfly said...

How can I possibly resist coming to your beck?

The irrepressible desire to respond to you.

Haunts me

5:17 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah I wrote for you tonight...

memories of your cries

torment my cock

2:17 a.m.  

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