I have a real life. I am real. Living breathing feeling thinking.
You fill my mind and my time.
I wonder what you do and what you want.
A furrowed brow and twisted mouth betray your concentration and thoughts of others.
The previous, the ones before, the ones who got away, the ones who fell away, the ones who wouldn’t stay.
This one was pretty, this one was hot, this one was crazy; now you are all I have got.
I share you around,
my toy in which to play.
A place where rules are non rules, limits are limitless and greed is good.
Politeness, coyness and togetherness are weak, boring and human…mere human.
You want more, demand more, expect more and why the hell not.
It is what you have always done, always will, nothing will never ever be enough.
I love your hunger, I love your pain, I love your craving and we go round again.
Too much too soon, not enough too little.
Rubbing hard, scrubbing away until we become brittle.
Then back to the softness, the weak, the innocent.
The fluff and the fancy, vulnerable magnificent.
I hate you, I love you, I forget sometimes
That you, are where darkness lies
Your heart is black, your soul scratched
A devil you are, but what a catch
You play at submission, you play at being nice
I beat you, your feigned compliance is to entice
I see what you do, I know you too well
We pretend that we are both under the spell
Sometimes you nearly crack and I see the real man
The little boy, lost and all alone
A spoilt brat maybe, not enough love shown
Or maybe you are, what I always expected you to be
Nothing more than a filthy pervert, like me