MR NY

your fingers do more than taunt me with keystrokes... your mouth does more than bite your lip while relaying... your picture taunts me... pussy throbbing... i can feel myself flow for you... i cant keep my hand away from the heat... the screen shows me what seems farther than the feeling... inside myself i mimick the motions you tell me too... i listen to the commands... you want me ... given... save it for me... i earned it... if you could see the shine on my thighs... taste the sugar on my fingers...feel me tighten around hands that should be yours... your lip between teeth that can only fiend for the bite... the choke of your hand.... i want you deeper than i go... tighten around you so you can feel the pulse... the beat youll fuck me too... my throat is empty with a notion... i wanna taste me off the tip... come feel the inside... leak ... feed her she is hungry... c'mere

countdown

a sheild overhead and you have warmth... my ability to move mountains seems far gone...there is no "forward"... being past this finds me cold... passed away.
the light i carried is dim if not extinguished... my only heat is too far to feel... distance deals the cruelest hand... but his words melt me... and my resolve... if arms were a refuge... his are mine. ill bitch down if thats what she needs to feel above the choke... ability becomes sand, easy slip thru bloody fingers... i held on as long as i could.... but bones break... the white is visible... he told me to purge... he told me to release... listening has never come easy... but his fingers give unquestionable orders... so now in the aftermath... maternal strength reduced to a smolder... ill tolerate your face... ill ignore the lash of your tongue... the hour glass is turned... count the grains... you are on borrowed time... tick tock cunt... its coming... and soon ill be above it...

Tonight feels like You

I sent word,warrant and sirens,ink and whispers... you know the effort means more.Paper and lines trying to speak.The moon may hold us but there is no way to relay the "I love you's"....Look past the matter, I told you I'd be there...There was never a moment I thought you'd be kept from the sky.If you want to know, the night is hot like you,wet like me and loud the way we used to be.

BEYOND ME

FUCK.....again and again....if the room would stop around me then id have to cope with the downward spiral i'm on.spark,inhale... its warm but i'm freezing.sugar and alcohol is what got me here in the first place.if lips could just be lips and not a craving... if,if,if....then you'd just be that sound in the corner...the laugh behind some story that blends into nothing noticeable.but you're not and i can still drink the room dizzy so.... soFUCK!!!!!

SSSSSSSHHHHHHH...

I'm floored...under and you left me here.you made the Big Entrance,returned with a vengeance...how far is it from Her to Here?**Feel Feel Findfeel bad about what you feel for me & find that you and i are still on fire.it's down...me and that wall i built.you are a trial by weakness,still fresh off some heart string...you're only swelling for the way that i felt...and its that part of you that matters least.**YOU DONT DO SECRETS BUT I'D BE A GOOD ONE.....

The Book of James

Im sure you know that I know...You feel guilty to me, even thru the miles.You had some time to fill in some blanks and my name fit...Now the world is back outside your door and someone else seems sweeter.I wont be here tomorrow , you are too careless with my heart.You wont pick up the line to admit that you let your mouth run away with you... again.And I am always where it runs too.Your hopes,dreams,tears and seldom moments of sobriety...I gave you love before violence, words in place of curses.Believing in you has never stopped hurting.I have struggled for you since i first walked thru your door.The hand you strung me along by is broken.The heart you love for tug of war is wrung.Sadly, I don't think losing hand or heart will phase you....What's to lose in a backup? You seem to stop short of killing me.And after all this time - you still don't know my voice.That says it all.

STICKS OF FIRE

if home is where the heart is then mine is all over this city.shoutouts to skylines,sunrise on skyscrapers... when the day shuts down we light the town and find a way to forget time until morning.the bay is what i'll always have left7th at 11and tomorrow a corner i havent hid in before......fuckin Tampa man... haha...