I am Steel

I am made of steel
You will have to be Superman
If you want to penetrate my defenses

I am a china doll
Cracked and fragile
One tiny tap away from complete oblivion

I am a stick of dynamite
Completely benign
Until lit and violently detonate

I am a delicate rose
Beautiful to behold
And covered in the sharpest thorns

I am the radiant sun
Giving of light and warmth
Capable of leaving you incinerated

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Unconditional Love

You offer me love
Unconditional
Unless, of course
I don’t meet your conditions

Nobody will ever put us
Asunder
Unless, of course
You ask me to choose

We will always have open
Communication
Unless, of course
You refuse to speak

We are a forever
Family
Unless, of course
You decide to walk away

I’m Overwhelmed

I’m overwhelmed
Nothing in particular
Just pressure and heaviness

I feel the tears
Sitting just below the surface
Threatening to breech my resolve

I can’t concentrate
Hate the confusion
Could I be losing my mind

I know I’m going to be alright
I know I have support and am loved
So why do I feel this way?

**Just FYI, I’m doing just fine. This was a write from a while ago, although, those feelings do arise from time to time. What I have decided is I feel that way because I just do, and there is NOTHING wrong with that. Shitty days happen to everyone.

I Should Be…

I should be working
But I can’t stop thinking
About your touch, voice, taste
And how my senses intensify whenever you cross my mind

I should be accomplishing my tasks
But my mind won’t stop wandering to you
And how my body reacts
When you simply enter the room

I should be using my time wisely
But I want to bask in the image of you
And how it feels when you touch me
Setting my skin ablaze with a passing glance

I should be…..
With You!

I Can See…

I daydream…
of soaking sweat,
transcending heat
and passion unleashed.

I clearly see…
the pleasure in the administration
of delicious pain
and the glowing marks left behind.

I imagine…
the labored breaths,
primal screams
and moans of ecstasy.

I can visualize…
a scene of mutual destruction
and the aura of satisfaction
when we are both obliterated.

 

Torn Between Two Worlds

Sometimes I live my life
In a peculiar place
Wedged between reality
And a vivid fantasy

I trod through required
Chores and must dos
While meandering
Through my imagination

I know others can clearly see
My physical actions
But do they comprehend
My evocative musings

Do they know that each step
And menial task
Is shadowed with a separate
Insatiable desire

I Write

I write
I close my eyes
And let my fingers tell the story
Of the movie, playing in my head

I write
It soothes and quiets
The chaos that blares inside my mind
And threatens my sanity

I write
I share my stories
With the hope and desire
To inspire or inform a searching soul

I write
It gives me purpose
Provides me with a safe release
And leaves a semi-autobiographical history of me

I write
I find joy and pleasure
Releasing my mind and thoughts
Creating something that’s all mine

I wrote

Round and Round

We go round and round
In a dizzying circle dance

Crazy

Busy

Responsibility

We spin and spin
Swept away in our wicked tornado

Passion

Lust

Desire

We reel and reel
In our vortex of turmoil

Conflict

Pressure

Expectation

When it all stops
We cling to each other

Stability

Security

Home

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Twelve

Today my Dear,
On day twelve,
I give to you,
A wicked delve.

Into a world,
Of pain and pleasure,
Where we both will find,
Life’s true treasure.

NOT Your Mothers Christmas Carol

I’m dreaming of a White Christmas 
Covering every inch of my skin
As plump plums glisten with kisses
Flowing over fingers again and again

All I want for Christmas is You
Spread by my fingers and under my tongue
Lapping and titillating
Until you come completely undone

Oh, what fun it is to ride
With legs opened wide, snowcaps begin to melt
Dripping as we slide…in a frantic trib
Splashing all the way in each orgasm spilt

On a Silent Night together
The only sounds you will hear
Is slurping, slapping and sucking
And lustful moans emanating near

Baby it’s Cold Outside
And we have nowhere else to be
So come and celebrate the season
And spend a little time with me

~A Duet with Wet Bliss
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Thank you Wet Bliss, for making this collaboration so much fun and so easy to write. Your talent knows no bounds and I look forward to doing this again soon. 🙂