I live in a costal village upon the sunnier side of Scotland, under the shadow of an extinct volcano (or so we're told). There are two cats not living with me, though we occupy the same cage from time to time. I think the Earth stopped spinning a very long time ago, all that's left is dwindling momentum.
Exploration (not By Me) My friend wrote this and didn't even realise its value. Let's show him Opuss! I have a thing. In my head. A rumour. Tumour. I kid. But, I have a theory- In my head, I can't become intimate, With anyone. ***By Mr White Rabbit
Penumbra For A, White Rabbit ***************************** Hole in the ground, way over yonder, Cotton-White flashes; a scutter, then sink. The world flips around. Upside is down. In a mirror dark, I scratch my head; she thinks. A Perfect penumbra; grin, like the crescent moon, Soon waxing gibbous; glowering in a gloomy room, Yet in-between forgotten dreams, his #life! - it seems... Oh but outside, brick-by-brick, fears long-laid tower thick. Old tales, like breadcrumbs, like #lifelines, like tracks, -go both ways. But, it's not something you remember. Timing is everything, like being late for a date. Is it something you'll remember? "We met in bad weather... They met in November-"
Saturn Resides Sticky Saturn resides between and without my legs, Your cum mingles with mine and all I feel; sleepy. Like a ghost of myself, a spectre, I raise, you rise: Our bodies bloodied by the force, transparent on sheets, screens, other worlds, making room. Deep, deep inside when we're one and you're nought. Forgiveness. Transparent. Wholly delight. Joining but knot quite- Tied and anchored we sink in endless ecstasy. You love my moans, You love my moans -especially when they're translucent. We only lay together side by- We lie. We lay. We.
My Underwear (a Truth In B Sharp) Prose 18+ (at least) I woke up this morning at 5:12. I see your broad back spread out between me and you and the mirror; shoulders spread like a tall eagle shuddering in dawn's break. My eyes close as I see you scoop my underwear from the floor, roll it between you fingers and sigh smiling. Turning to me I feel your fingers first, no apology they delve deep, then deeper. Wet, gasping, my lips apart, I'm aboard. In this moment I want you to rule me. "Turn round," you say. I do it, no hesitation. You grab my neck and hair in your hand twisting me into something on the brink of something. Your fingers work hard before you take over, fully, and I kneel taking in everything. Your cock thrusts into me like a hard pop growing into a loud bang. I'm way ahead of you but you promise to catch me up next time and so I loose it all in that moment, making your cock wet and sure of my embrace.
Haven Can you find someplace ? Can you soothe yourself? You might just find one space if you pace yourself. I don't know a place to rest your head- I think there's a place you can spare yourself. It keeps repeating- I see your heart still bleeding All you folks been reading, will I wander a valley true but forgotten? Your lives are stiff and stick and ruin, cuss's curses causes true 'n All because you sleep but live brewing on a hate everyday, ego renewing. A hate that'll tear you under, a hate in your breast that won't quit doing. This is #life. This is free will. This is #life.
