Teared Truth

Truth finally seen
staring me in the face
the eyes
bald face lies
I told myself.
I mean so little
you cannot even say hello
yet sit here I do
waiting on you…..
Tears
slither
silent drops
aching
brutal gnawing
black hole deep within.
No I am not perfect
no I am not the best
I am not even a catch
(chuckle chuckle)
what I am is real
what I am is truth
what I am…..
a lost chance
a misplaced dream
an unspoken wish
spooling away
leaving you a lonely future
while I dance with many.
It does boggle
my mind that is
to cast away one such as I
I ask for nothing
asked for nothing
nothing at all…..
nothing is what I got
except tear falls.
©Jan. 13/20
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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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Word of the Day Challenge #75-Untitled Poem

Eyes aglitter
feral
wild
smell of lust
burns in the air.
Stare at one another
fear mixed with excitement
this sense of play
this sense of want
alien to me.
Worship at the alter of my body
bruises on my throat
caress my desire
to a burning fire
as I submit
yield my inner self to you.
Sensations
peak
carry me ahigh
I feel as though…..
I shudder…..
petite mort
left
languid limbs
stretched taut
again and again.
I am stammering
undone
begging
pleading for your entrance.
my voice raises
screaming devotion
nails raking scars
come together
bodies merged as one
alive
content
this is love.
©Nov. 21/19
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