Talking To One

I am me I am I Who is me? I am And me I I am who? I am me Who am I? I am myself Who? Me I am me, myself, mine, All that is in me, Resides, sometimes hides,

Songwriter

Sweet sound pulsates, Notes gently caress, Perched you hold guitar, Strumming, your fingers travel, Across strings of gold, Pull me in, sweetness, Those hands that wander

Is Someone Laughing?

And so it begins There you are This tiny little thing, Struggle to survive From egg to child, Nature dictates, eat, sleep, Burp, grin and shit, Be polite, mind your manners,

With Savage Intent

Look closely, Upon her skin, Written in words, Obscenities, obscure, carved, Marked, she sits, Warm bath drowns sin, Flowing bloody water runs, Swim in unhappiness, guilt,

I Kidney You

I won’t give you satisfaction No matter it rises up, grips Chokes, not a tear drop will fall, Nor slide, but remain in my eye. It’s just a muscle. Contracts Pumps Circulates blood

Soul Vacation

Traveled far and wide, Forty three odd years Started in land of air, Earth Tree roots, flower shoots, Grass blades, ball of intense heat, Drifting clouds, April showers,

The Faith and the Faithless

When I condemn, you never judge When I question, you always answer When I sleep, you lie awake, When I am absent, still you are present When I am loud, you stay quiet

My Daughter, My Son

Girls with Gender Identity Disorder display intense negative reactions to parental expectations and attempts to have them wear dresses or other feminine attire.

Insatiable

My fingers reach, hesitate, Withdraw, temptation beckons. You sit seductively, silent. I long to touch the smooth, Full, softness, unique to you, Lush shape invites teasingly,

Bite

Bite me.......... Go on, dare you! Bite me just a bit more Sink deep those gleaming teeth, Bite much harder please, inject Poison of yours into me, Verse by verse, Curse by curse.

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