Shifted Reality

Clouded prisms
latticed in gold
eyes shut
blindfold
tempting the fate
staring forward
no justice
no truth
no unchanged reality.
Thought I was crazy
all will tell you I am insane
no one seems to realize
the tiny things
the blips where time is changed
I can see them
even if you cannot.
With each time encroachment
dissolved objections
dissolved investigations
anything that benefit the rich
applied in an instant
while the rest of us
we are bled dry.
I cried.
I screamed.
I tried so hard to make all see
to no avail.
Paranoia
knew I was being followed
knew if not careful I would disappear
left messages
small notes for friends
I knew though time was coming
it was near
something would be done
to silence my fears.
Groovy idea for a novel.
Total science fiction.
Bewildered I look around
at the group before me
my mind reeling.
Standing
I turn around
not sure what time I am in.

©Nov. 24/19
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Brat at Play

This poem is a continuation of Daddy’s babygirl. It is sexual and raw. It is outside my comfort zone but this voice is calling to me and I have to listen. Again please read without judgement.

Brazen smile
head twisted back
low growl in your ear
What was that little girl?
Eyes wide
lust cresting
feel safety
knowing no harm will come.
Did you not hear me Daddy?
Batting eye lashes
licking
biting lower lip
sexual charge in the air
as he reaches behind
and with a snick
the door is locked
this palace has been breached
the Queen brought to her knees.
Would you care to try again babygirl?
Squinting
giggling
squirming
knowing that you are pushing
knowing that you will be punished
but
this is between you two
where trust
caring
knowledge of limits is core.
He sighs
grabbing your chin
pulling your face forward
your eyes at half mast as you expect a kiss
squealing at sharp nip of teeth
gasping
head down
cheeks flushed with desire
lust burning
air flaming
match to kindling
explosive in time.
Now babygirl
I am going to ask one last time
would you care to repeat yourself?
Slight hesitation
how far to push
when the imp decides to play
quirk of lips
gleam in eye……
I said
you have to earn the right of entrance.
Arms pinned behind your back
breath caught in your throat
paralyzed
not with fear
with the inability to hold yourself up
as Daddy’s hand creeps between your legs.
That thundering chuckle
vibration between your thighs
down your spine
leaking
as he cups your pussy.
Babygirl
Daddy does not need to gain entrance.
Daddy owns the entrance.
Slipping two fingers inside
head back
arching
eyes no longer able to see.
This is how the night begins…..

©Nov. 24/19
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