All I Do

All I do

is

cry

and

cry. 

Was it always 

This

Way?

Can I even

Recall

A happier day?  

Were there ever

happy days? 

Is this

Just a frightening faze? 

No. 

I almost 

do not

Believe so. 

This was the past

And

This will be the way

I go. 

Most surely

This

Is so. 

Dark days

of

Everlasting

Woe.  

Crying

And

Crying

Is 

All there will

ever be. 

Just you 

wait

and 

see. 

Tormenting tomorrows. 

Full of horrible horrors

that

Will surely

bring the death 

of me.

All I Do

All I do

is

cry

and

cry. 

Was it always 

this

Way?

Can I even

recall

a happier day?  

Were there ever

happy days? 

Is this

just a frightening faze? 

No. 

I almost 

do not

believe so. 

This was the past

And

this will be the way

I go. 

Most surely

this

is so. 

Dark days

of

Everlasting

Woe.  

Crying

And

Crying

is 

all there will

ever be. 

Just you 

wait

and 

see. 

Tormenting tomorrows. 

Full of horrible horrors

that

will surely

bring the death 

of me.

Pink and Red Door

hmm

Come with me. 

Take my pretty hand 

And 

follow lovely me 

to a 

strange and erotic 

fantasy 

Land. 

Where there are 

no cares. 

No demands. 

Except for more

and more

unearthly pleasures 

that 

from below 

pour

up over us 

like pixie dust. 

Squeeze with me 

through

this 

small, narrow, round, 

pink and red door. 

I will gladly 

show you 

so much More. 

Get ready. 

So many 

unearthly Pleasures  

in store. 

It shall be more fun

than an old favorite toy. 

You will laugh and smile. 

You might even 

cry

out

in pure joy. 

Come take my trembling hand. 

Off quickly we shall fly. 

Beyond 

the greenest of skies

where 

from 

unearthly 

pleasures 

you will

Almost 

Surely

Die. 

Hollyweird

                                                                                 

My dreams 

have all 

disappeared. 

The light of day 

shined on them

                                                                                 

and 

they all ran away 

in fear. 

I could not believe 

When the sun showed me

                                                                               

brightly

that my dreams were

Simply not to be. 

But I could not 

deny it.

                                                                                     

I did not even try it. 

Not even a little bit. 

I felt like I had been 

hit

With a rather large stick.

                                                                                 

Run away, dreams. 

Run away, dreams. 

Run from your 

Fear 

of

                                                                               

the shining light 

of day 

With howling, shameful 

And hellish

screams. 

Your Hands

Your hands. 

To them I glance. 

Wondering how they feel. 

As I look at them

wrapped

around the steering wheel. 

Fingers so long and strong.  

But full of grace. 

I am almost sure

how they would feel. 

Under my lashes at them

I peek. 

Visions of your hands

start to swirl around

in my head. 

Touching me here  

and

                                                                                   

touching me there. 

As you drive on without a care. 

If I were a bolder soul

I would reach out and take 

Just one of them in my hands. 

And bring it to my cheek. 

But, alas, I am too weak. 

Before I can even

start

I retreat. 

My hands to myself I keep. 

Sitting there next to you

I feel 

To weep. 

Curse me for being too timid

and scared.

But to reach out and touch you

I do not dare. 

Sitting there

locked in fear. 

As my passion

I silently bear. 

As under my lashes

at

your hands I stare. 

Shall We Play a Game?

                             

rainy days

The wickedest time is when 

the rain starts to fall. 

Time to have a 

in-the-house

Ball. 

Shall we play a game? 

Something not so tame?

Follow me 

to where 

the sun still shines. 

Follow me and let's 

leave the raindrops behind. 

Under rainbows we shall play

On this wet wet wet day. 

Play games that include kisses. 

Games that include hisses. 

Nothing else I want to do 

but 

get closer to you. 

The rain falls so hard. 

So softly my hands on you fall. 

My gentle touch 

Is always 

so tempting.

As the rain 

drops 

from the heavens 

Empty.    

Come let us go. 

And leave 

the rain 

behind.  

Even if it's only in 

our minds.  

Us Together

Mr. B.

Us together 

in the night.  

Us together 

whispering 

as you hold me

tight. 

Here we lay. 

The world 

far away. 

Outside the window 

blankets of snow. 

The winds 

howling as 

they blow. 

Whispers 

turning into 

kisses. 

I close my eyes. 

Making silent wishes. 

Wishing this night 

to never end. 

Wishing your love

isn't pretend. 

Your touch 

causes 

such delights. 

Us together 

alone

in the night. 

Outside 

silver bells 

tinkle. 

Inside 

your spell 

I give 

into. 

Lazy and Slow

        

Summer evenings. 

Lazy and slow. 

Listening to the fairies' wings 

Fluttering as they fly pass low. 

Outside I sit.

Under the silvery moon

Watching the silvery stars. 

Humming a tune

Under my breath. 

Night blooms sweeten the air. 

As the warm breeze plays in my hair.
                                                                        

Blow

                                                                               

I wish as I blow.

I close my eyes slow.

Images of you

flash in my head.

This evening

was what you said.

Slowly I blow

Wishing the night

to

come swiftly.

Demands

The cool breeze blows thoughts of you in my head

as I lay back on the bed. 

Gentle is it's caress. 

It almost feels like your hands. 

Reminding me of you and I on tropical lands. 

Reminding me of island nights

When you held me tight. 

The gentle breeze plays over my skin.

I close my eyes and let you in. 

No fighting it. 

Almost wanting it. 

I close my eyes and let you

Take me to deserted sands

Where I give,

again,

into your demands.