My God, my God

Help me, Lord, poor child that I am. I have relied on alcohol to comfort me, to drown my dissatisfaction, my disappointment with the world, with myself. Help me to rely on you, My Lord,

Leg Sheath

Caress my bottom, sweet Blue, and cling to me in the private, strong sensible way only you know how to do. When I cross my legs, hold my thighs, and press me to open back up to the world.

The Angel's Silence 23

It wasn't until she claimed to have significant information on the VPK that really caught John's attention.

Until Your Wings Have Fully Grown (For Kathleen)

Thanks you all for your kind words. I will address them all, when I can do so, without falling apart; 'thank you' is just not enough.

Passing Strangers

Opposite they sit, staring, both, into the darkness. Surreptitious glances, occasional meandering thoughts. Do both think the same? Each dares not hope, but prays.

HOW QUICK (TRUST TO DUST)

One thing in life I fail to learn Is how quick a friend can turn, From someone you think you can trust To one who turns your heart to dust. You thought they'd always have your back

Shatter .:5: Mistaken:.

The month passes by with hardly any more....complications.

Drawing truth

Rum, the false sense of security & revenge.
Cherry

Brian

Brian; the story of a fridge and a boat

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