Come on over, you won’t regret it….

There is something about cold rainy nights that make me want to have crazy sex against hotel windows.

Rain is magical.

Pure fucking magical.

I’d go there if you let me…

Its one of those nights tonight …

Where you are all I can think about.

Do you think about me?

Do I cross your mind at all?

A soft fingertip down your back,

A trace of your lips,

A slight breath in your ear,

Does any of this remind you of me?

Because all I can think about is the afterglow of that night

I know I said I wouldn’t ………

but I do

Anywhere

There I sit ….

THERE I SIT

Pleading for answers like a whore

Menthol slim and tazo green in hand

Bundled for protection from her crisp night breath

She gallops through the trees cutting through each blade of grass with speed and elegance

Whispering truth with each pass

how could it be?

and The moon…

she hides behind a sheet of jet

so as not to have to look at me and lie

Just say it …. JUST FUCKING SAY IT ALREADY

I sit there motionless, a lady in waiting

Wondering ….. Feeling

For one slight moment

That maybe

Just maybe

I’m supposed to be

elsewhere.

Somewhere else

With someone else

Doing something else

Could she be right?

…. and the heart….

The Heart

She grows heavy

I can’t hold her much longer

How do I tell her that her gig is up?

Who’s gonna ride your wild horse now?

Dear Dipshit,

This week, I was all nostalgic of our encounters.

Escaping into the night for secret rendezvous’, scantilly clad and smelling of the tropics.

Our skin touching, reaching levels of greatness on the pleasure scale.

I know you enjoyed it as much as I did …. your groans, mouth and horse told me so.

You enjoyed it so much that you invited me for round two.

Then tonight the great wonders that is the world wide web whispered to me and a revelation fell upon me like a great big brick.

You are one lying sack of shit.

You fucked up such a wonderful memory and any other chance of serendipity.

Its not about feelings, or strings because there are none.

Its about truth and genuineness.

I gave mine to you.

You fed me this great big sob story and I, although a willing participant, bought into your hard sell.

So congrats to you all-star.

Maybe in your wonderful life of pharmaceuticals, vulgarity and emptiness its all sparkles, rainbows and gum drops but guess what….

you sleep with a horse with semblance of a tranny that cleverly can shit a dictionary from her mouth… what a catch!

I’ve got something good here and I was too stupid to see it before so in a way, consider this a thank you letter.

I’ve got heart and compassion, I can love and be passionate ….. and I can use my hands really fucking well.

What a shame.

Such a fool…. such a fucking fool I am.

Peace Motherfucker.