Fire away, I’m standing- ricochet bambino

Wicked Witch, Mountain Trail - Bastards Alight

So sweet, so short - life abridged

 Take me down       To your free-flowing river        Where sweet nectar                          runs uninhibited                        Take me to your joy        let pleasure grow               Expectant, ecstasy        I’m free with you                to feast on you                                enjoying  your overflow Copyright © 2013 SaFire

encased in crystals a winter wonderland   heavy weight, beauty Copyright © 2013 SaFire

Marlboro  smoke thick circles the room   in a haze of light  and shades sex fills it with excess.  He inhaled my surplus  in a waft,   heaving and wheezing,   my neglect.  Cheap perfume over  funk I pour myself a Scotch waiting for him to leave. My 3 o’clock, it’s way after four.  I got to pee clean  my  cock   for the next jock, but this nigger won’t go.  He’s wasting  my time on his thin dime. Laying sprawled on the bed, like he  ain’t heard. Another pull and I’m ready to blow. “You got to

 Come here No that’s not close enough Closer I want to smell Your breath taste your last meal Come my sweet I want to feel your pulse increase as I release throbbing need Closer love Hold me tight Let me feel  your Passion in doggy fashion Take me my lover Let your  swell Fill me Until I yell Come closer still Let me feel you in my gut as you  rut away my doubts channel out my fears And still you aren’t Close enough Release your soul into mine Let us intertwine s

 He watches A silhouette in the night A faceless shadow standing At the foot of her bed He stares at her sleeping.  The rise and fall of her breathing  Hypnotizes the Sandman    even in the darkness He sees her clearly His beloved nightingale Her exotic lines speaks to him    feminine curves excites   Causes his phantom urges to ignite He longs to touch her His delicate flower To taste her moist lips bath in the warmth of her arms and  be baptize in the feeling of her soft wetness He stares

It can be beautiful and fabulous Ugly and tragic trying to keep the walls From falling down When you feel sad, alone and lonely You think love is only meant for some  I ’m be that rock you can cry on The one that keeps the walls  at bay   It’s okay if you want to play Asking strangers to your bed I’ll be there, your conscious in sin When the world comes crashing down When the alcohol runs out And drugs can no longer   dull the pain I’ll be there to bring it home The one that keeps the secrets

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Slowly creeping through this world   unaware, changeless  To my surroundings Structurally dissimilar from you   Naïve In my wandering Not yet an adult I feed on plants You, a carnivore A caterpillar   Cradled in your warmth  Nourished with your love, I became a sessile, affixed to your Sensual base Kept Partaking only of you Your sex, my food  Supplying an appetite You matured, perverted Castoff Detached me  Released me Made me your fool When you left me  I started spinning A Pupa Inactive