On a busy street, named Orleans, I play the jazz, from my toes. Music is not going to erase it away… On a rainy day, named Katrina, I play hide and seek, from the raindrops. The weather is not going to dry them away… On a windowsill, named Washington, I play freedom, from my caged… Continue reading On a…
The aubade of war was a blissful sound, dulling me to sleep. My man was getting ready to be greeted by Battle. And I had insisted he wear white, but he wanted to cosplay the brown Tunic that he wore when we wed many a guns ago. And so we had fought over his love… Continue reading The Aubade of War
It has been days. Or months I don’t know. He has read them, I am sure. But hasn’t replied, why? I don’t know. He says all the right things. Why he acts strange then, I don’t know. Is it because I do the same at times? Yet he knows how I feel, or not. I… Continue reading I Don’t Know
I dress in silk. He dresses in a suit. I dress to please. He dresses to dominate. I dress in lace. He dresses in latex. I dress sensually. He dresses to dominate. I dress in nothing. He dresses in nothing. I dress submissively. He dresses to dominate.
Laying in my bed, I think; How far we had come and gone. What would make for it to sink? Our fragile ship, we’ll see anon. Counting the seconds gone by, I wait impatiently for his reply. It matters if he is a fox and sly, Hunting me like others, killing me with a lie.… Continue reading Sinking Love