Can’t sleep musing

The time for amazing sex, has come and gone.

Instead I got married

In o so long ago

Now I’m here

In my bed

Watching

The clock ticking

Thinking

About another bedroom

In a rented house

Barely furnished

With loan furniture

Listening to the grandfather clocking

Ticking

Wishing to be touched

Now

The thought of being touched

Send dread up my spine

And knots in in my belly

I guess

Sex is just one of those things

You either do it or you don’t.

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Winter

My autumn

in a spring

forgotten

my toes

still knows

the beat

of raindrops

on the street

my heart

still search

for that moment

we belonged

dancing

a melody

but

my winter

is approaching

maybe

it was

a felony

The dream is fading fast

in the rising sun

but the feeling

of dread

still lingers

I woke up

walking

through my own house

like a stranger

fearing

the unknown

Sacrifice

his skin

smooth

little beads

of perspiration

sparkling diamonds

on his golden skin

an old world god

is he

I’m

his to be

at night fall

when the sun

kiss the sea

and the moon

winks consent

my porcelain white body

will be given to him

to break

I’ll bleed free

for you.

#shortstory

Memories

Sometimes

I miss you

winter sunlight

on the daily news

we read

on the floor

dust devils

dancing a tune

in the stream

of heat

“Tag

your it”

we slide

in our socks

racing

down the passage

falling

in each

others arms

laughing

knowing

what

will be

will be

Once, you, were, it

Sometimes

I miss you

winter sunlight

on the daily news

we read

on the floor

dust devils

dancing a tune

in the stream

of heat

“Tag

your it”

we slide

in our socks

racing

down the passage

falling

in each

others arms

laughing

knowing

what

will be

will be