Lust's Limerick

Lust's Limerick




Lust is love sick;

sick for want of his dick

Drowning in thick swells

of feminine clit bliss

when dreaming of his

thick stick pressed

against her slit

Lust gets hungry quick

ravenous for his

Mandingo tricks

Legs tossed over shoulders

to make slits slick with

feminine nectar that

drips from steamy caverns

smoldering with desire

for his manhood so thick

Asses flipped high as

thighs are spread

and legs positioned for

maximum hip hits and

maximum dick pleasure

Breast and tummy slaps

clap right along with

cheeks and male/female

body connects

Balls wet with Lust's

creamy nec-tar reflect her

need to be equally pleased



Lust can never pick

between the art of

fuck or suck

because Lust always

hopes to luck up on

both… and toasts her

victory when she does

Lust can fuck and

she can suck with both

oral and vaginal prowess

Oh the mess she loves to

create when dick spits his

seed quick fast and

in a damn hurry into either

oral or vaginal spaces

Dick sometimes can't tell

which place he's been because

Lust's fuck and suck are

so untouchable by the

ill-skilled and/or

run-of-the-mill sluts

who can't fuck worth a damn

and couldn't suck wind

through a straw

Dick stands, then goes limp

in awe of Lust's unjust

powers of 'sexsuasion';

her sex used to persuade

him into comatose bliss

Her clit's kiss like

lethal venom and

her lips lick like

Death's puckered finality

Him asleep means

Lust's sickness finally

is cured…

I Know

There is a hurt that
only certain sisters can feel
only understanding can heal
A hurt all too real
There is an immense sorrow
that leaves your heart so hollow,
it makes you crawl from
today into tomorrow
The pain of knowing
you've let Him down


Yes, Sister Dear,
I've done it too
so I know…


Your pain and anguish
have been mine;
that longing all the time
just to make Him smile again
Being angry with self
for nothing else but
disappointing Him
and feeling it deep
Sleepless nights marred
by dreams of what
you could have done
should have done
would have done
Days where you want lay
fetal and unmoving because
your heart so disapproving
won't let you do anything else


Yes, Sister Dear,
I've been there too,
so I know…


Your eagerness to please
will help to ease the
distance that you feel
He will smile for you like before,
but don't ignore the lesson
you've just learned
Even his smiles
must be earned,
sometimes…
Silence is a hurtful thing
but it can bring about clarity
if you listen intently to
what He doesn't say
Things will be fine
in their own time


Yes, Sister Dear,
I've survived it,
and you will too
Trust me, I know…

My Turn

I have sat by the door

waiting… wondering when

it will open for me



The picture window that

adorns it is so clear;

I can see the whole tableau

There you sit, just beyond

hope's reach



On each knee sits your latest creation,

while at your feet lay the remnants of

my fame's precious fifteen



It would appear that

my newness has worn off

even though you know me,

I am tried and true

Still, I watch you… and wait



Daddy, what about me?



When will my turn come?



I have pressed my face

against the glass for so long,

don’t you see me?

don't you miss me?



I can feel your happiness,

even from out here

is any of it because of me?

don’t I still make you proud?



The waiting is all I seem to have now

so I hold on… and wait for

my turn to come.

The Ballad of Osiris and Isis *REPOST*

For my Osiris...

forever Yours,

Isis




Fingers touch to flesh and

the familiar becomes

all too real…

The feel of heat as

something deeper than

soul connects;

Light reflects Darkness as

touch becomes caress

and caress blossoms into kiss

They were destined for this…



That familiar reality

sends a tingle to

clandestine places held

only for Darkness' pleasure

Her treasure molds to

welcome only Him

Rhythmic passion ensues

hues of golden umber, deep red

and iridescent blue tell of

their crest reached;

their Oneness is now complete



In rest, He holds Light's gift

in His strong hands, her own

help to keep it safe,

and He gives her the same

As twin souls lay claim

one to the other,they both discover

Darkness and Light within;

so the ballad of

Osiris and Isis begins…

She Grieves

Her heart raced against no one
yet she felt she had lost anyway
The day would drag on like
night would never come
Pain with every step taken,
but not from illness or injury,
but from feeling her heart slowly
disintegrate into dust
She must put on such a brave face;
careful to maintain her tough veneer,
lest someone hears her sobs
behind her emotion's door
Just when she thought night
would never be her comfort and
she'd have to smile with fake lips
and pretend happiness forever,
Darkness held her in His arms...
And she cried as if
her tears were the only thing
that could refill the seas…
She wailed as if Death himself
had claimed her kin, and
she heaved her shattered heart
onto the broken cement and
watched as the remaining shards clinked
like pretty glass upon the ground
She cried until all she had left
was emptiness…

Her heart raced against no one
yet she felt she had lost anyway
The day would drag on like
night would never come
Pain with every step taken,
but not from illness or injury,
but from feeling her heart slowly
disintegrate into dust
She must put on such a brave face;
careful to maintain her tough veneer,
lest someone hears her sobs
behind her emotion's door
Just when she thought night
would never be her comfort and
she'd have to smile with fake lips
and pretend happiness forever,
Darkness held her in His arms...
And she cried as if
her tears were the only thing
that could refill the seas…
She wailed as if Death himself
had claimed her kin, and
she heaved her shattered heart
onto the broken cement and
watched as the remaining shards clinked
like pretty glass upon the ground
She cried until all she had left
was emptiness…

Hope, Time, and Love

What if...
The only thing you had
was Time..but
Time was not on
your side?

I realized one day
That time was not
my friend;
not even an associate
Time was just a
joke played by Hope
on silly folks..like me
For as much Time
as I'd seem to have
Hope's ass would
make it drag on and on
til it was suddenly
ghost... gone
Then Hope would laugh
at my stupid ass for
believing I had Time
when my only mistake,
my tiny crime was
thinking Love would
buy us Time, and
Hope that we could be;
But that bitch Hope,
she never liked me, and
Time was just a fallacy,
and Love... Love became
a casualty