I look at my penis
skin collar
lychee tip
then piss
a long straw stream
you are not a memory
you are a gift
finger folds
and soften furze
we know we belong
but until when
the scythe decides
Chris Lawrence
I look at my penis
skin collar
lychee tip
then piss
a long straw stream
you are not a memory
you are a gift
finger folds
and soften furze
we know we belong
but until when
the scythe decides
Chris Lawrence
Coughing out the lightness in
smoke and spiral motes of dust
mutable bed and our body acquisitions
cuttlefish ass damp from before
if I was not so ignorant
i would feel again
the tapestry of tattoos on her flank
precise inks more trustworthy
than my cock of threat
in denial and veiled seduction
pressed against her
the hum of bee air conditioning
positioning for me with rump pressure
she felt I could make her sparkle and shine
instead that tremored gasp
returning to her back
looking with a certain knowing
that I was a flake
who would leave and betray
adding to that pile of detritus
and awful decay that was her life
weirdly on her knees
her eye caught a rainbow
arched over neighboring building,
she stayed there,
gray water in bowl<
washing her husbands parts
limp fleshy lumps
snagging ring on hair
they once gave satisfaction
flannel moved
in automation,
her way
he rocked eyes vague
lost in freeway lane,
heavy traffic
mustang span out
through windshield
facing east
as it lifted
sounds of glass and metal
grated paint
flaked onto barrier,
she had a fantasy
to be over that rainbow
in fairytale world
away from grime and sadness
her limit
bend to be willing
being spanked
no penetration,
punished for the ghost
of husband in a mustang
a grain of hope
as he tried slurred speech,
she rode unicorns
just in case
inhale crystal alice
staircase fingers touching my back,
rabbit martyr
tick , tock
late in the hole,
wednesday stays naively next to tuesday,
as mound of mouth
makes wanton sounds
oh sweet ace of hearts
burn my face
as at the table
in shame and desperation,
tea irresistible at the moment
with insanity breaking loose
mosaic tiles of words and thoughts
propose a whole new story
closer to the experience,
of what the dormouse knew,
shrunken head
damn liquid
mind implodes,
best to roll on back
tilt the ceiling to see the truth
four thousand stars have brought
monkey all as me
before the meteor fell,
eat improvised food
slain in the boudoir
fresh from satin
and moist yesterday,
lacerations and smiles
hands bridge the expanse,
farewell to pelt
hello carnal alarm,
argue through closed eyes
i am the ape
blood and sensation
teeth splitting fruit
as i would breathe
through your flesh,
i am the cause of your scream
anthropology has it’s secrets
that is me,
pulse and tongues
long shadows in the mirror
i will no longer
take to the branches,
i have hysteria
in my feet,
consumed by the body
escape,
i live in infecting your purity
with my clouds
for
i am the ape
grampus in my thoughts
vessel resonant to pharaoh’s dance
from a bitches brew,
no mirror
no media
in any sarcasm would find me
i would smoke
i would dance,
old hulk decks creaking
as my silk collar shines,
from cabin to hold
the merriment stretches,
i would distance myself
and not be portrayed
anonymous to all but the
lips and tongue i entwine,
whiskey manufactured in the south
smoky sweet tingle,
it was migration
or mitigation
of many ravenous appetites
bologna sausage and sweet mutton,
so vibrantly lost
room extended that i was hidden
faceless in the extreme,
music of davis found me
wanting more,
gilt frame my hair once neatly combed,
come grampus
tilt on rolling waves,
find me a place
of nonchalant obscurity,
saxophone and drum
the ariel had been lost
it was memory that
dragged me down
into the depths
that would fill my lungs
with salt water,
careful heart placement
extracted blood from veins
i was infused with a rhythm
that could only lead to one conclusion
i was intimate in my body
with all of one species,
more smoke
more mirrors,
hearing snare and guitar
long days vanished
a place found
yet i could not reveal
who i totally
am
Submission Therapy is not another genre story instead it is reaching further out, domination and sexual domination is the main feature yet it is not all just about that, each character is well rounded and defined.
You can relate easily Natasha so obsessed in being wealthy and successful nobody can stand in her way, or her therapist Dr Benson who is the key to her psychology he knows her well even desires her himself quietly , and he suggests she attend submission therapy would it work or as Natasha is so strong would it not work, this keeps you yearning for more.
A story that follows no other and treads it’s own path so get it for yourself and see if Master Sweet works for you.
http://www.katiesalidas.com/ this is her website home but there is so much more in her own words :-
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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