Beginnings

Oh, hello. How’d you end up here? Maybe I gave you the link, or maybe you stumbled upon me. Whatever the case, you might as well read some stuff while you’re here. No, I don’t particularly care if you’re not into it. Blogs are complete mastabatory forums for those that create them, so as long as I am pleased, I am…well, pleased. Until I figure out how to organize all of the stuff I plan on putting here, it will be quite chaotic, so bear with me. You don’t want a preamble? Great, I don’t want to write one. Let the blogging commence.

These are a few pieces I’ve been working on:

Questions

What’s this I spy with my little eye? Something to make us moan and sigh?
Something that makes me want to try, my oh my, you’re the reason why.
You did the deed with a look obscene, and me, I licked my fingers clean.
What’s this I feel when here I kneel? Something with which I have to deal? Something to make me want to appeal, with your skin to make a deal.
You touched me with your hands calloused and rough, and sighed in my ear with a voice so gruff.
What’s this we share with your hand laid there? Something to make me want to care? Something that makes me want to tear you apart with my mouth so fair.
You touched me neck with heavy meaning, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
What’s this I spy with my little eye? Something to make us moan and sigh? Something that I can’t help but try, and my oh my, aren’t you a dangerous guy.
You finished me off with a look obscene, and me I licked my fingers clean.

A Lover’s Lament

Oh no, here I go, back and forth and to and fro.
Oh gee, what’s with me? Touch of the hand and jerk of the knee.
Oh great, I can’t wait. I have an appetite you’ll never sate.
Oh shit, this just won’t fit, but I don’t care, not a little bit.
Fee fi fo fum, I smell blood, how’s you like to come?
Along with me to this feeding frenzy,
Where the prey is the heart and the hunter can’t see,
That there’s blood in the water. Adam’s son and Eve’s daughter,
In an age old dance, and it starts with a glance,
Where we hurt and maim, and the outlook doesn’t change.
But oh no, here I go,
just a drop of blood and I can never say no.
Oh gee, it’s not just me.
It’s the ball and the chain and we’ll never break free.

~ by organizeddiscord on October 16, 2008.