Mobius Mental Momentum (Trains of Thought III)

mind racing
against time
after time
wasted like white boys
on that white girl
you know it's true
that mistakes made
are lessons learned
the hard way
to strengthen
weakness
overcome
and become
better
than we were
before the sunshine
comes the rain
falling
into every life
long dream
a little dream
of me
and you
and us
together
forever
and ever(y)
time it's you I picture
perfect(ly) happy
holidays spent
like empty bottles
of wine(d)
and dined
on "I Dare You"
rolls around
and around
each other
significantly pleasing
to the eye
love the way you lie
be(d)side manner
of speaking
to my heart
and soul
searching for an answer
on the tip
of my tongue
against your body
massages with grapeseed oil(ing)
every inch of your form
and fashion(ing)
weapons out of caresses
lovingly given
freely flowing
back and forth-
coming again and again
and again back
to where we belong
to each other.

binding

binding

caresses soft
music playing
in my hair
damp from the showering
of affections, loving
every perfect imperfection(s)
making her unique(ly)
(W)right for me
myself and eye
following the dangerous curves
ahead, slippery when wet
for "Daddy, may I cum(?)
before you, pledging love"
to be with you for the rest of days
past making us stronger together
we stand divided
by Zero - an apocalyptic impossible
to explain to the masses
of scar tissue on your heart
to heart healing touches
the soulful
singing
my life with these words
on paper
covered in calligraphic claret
fills my glass
house laid bare to your sight
for eyes
sore from crying
blood from wounds
given lovingly
bound to the Saint Andrew's cross
your heart and hoping to die
in my arms
wrapped around you possessively
claiming what is Mine
and Mine alone
to love as I see fit
to be tied
with both rope and chain(ed).

Bound and Un-gagged

some habits
die hard
with a vengeance
like the fury of a woman
scorned by her love
no matter how far
I run
and try to hide
my shame behind
"phantom" masks
of pain(t)ed smiles
fooling no one
that matters
to the "little"
angel
who resides and presides
over... my heart
sworn protector
of my samson, my treasure
that which was given free
of doubt, regret, insincerity
of the tongue
means nothing
to the soul
deep connection
between us,
Vulcan and Venus,
broken Lord of the Forge,
and His delicate deity,
Opposite and perfectly matched
supplement and compliment
burning waters
frozen flames
beyond the comprehension
most possess
only the basest
intelligence
beyond measure
against the next
with the ex-pectations
set the bar high
from the blood loss
of consciousness
evolved to another
level(s) to this
commitment to ex-cellence
perfect fit
custom grip-ping
the sheets at night
calling numbers
deleted in the heat of the moment
that voice is heard
calming nerves
stressed beyond belief
that love don't live here
any more questions?


12:01a
10/31/13

7/26/13

tortured while pleasured
the only way she gets off
with this man she hates

6/21/13

little one. My love
born on the love of Daddy
My favorite girl.

misunderstandings
create emotional strife
nothing to be done
4:51p

goddess resources
and is resourced by Savant
servings of sanguine
5:00p

she misses Daddy
and can't believe she is missed
illogical love.
5:35p

the lovely phoebe
driven insane by Daddy
cause and cure the same
5:42p

5/18/13

meeting. mind wanders
is she thinking about me?
I'd love to see her
1:45p

emancipated
released from Daddy's guidance
now her own person
1:52p

she plays in my hair
as she lays across my chest
we comfort ourselves
2:05p

5/13/13

my golden goddess
bright spot in the murky gloom
the love of my life