Quietly hanging in the back of the shed, was a rope with 13 knots, he had crafted for his head.
An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung his faithful friend, an escape to wondrous end.
Often he contemplated he might have the courage to try, to hang his self from the noose crafted in the red shed, where he hoped, he would die.
Cloaked in sadness and consumed in grief, there hung his wife. Eyes wide, tears dried; she hung there, hopeless in sight.
For she could not bear, to find him one day, in the red shed barn, hanging in a deathly sway.
So she took her life, in the stillness of night, afraid to jump, yet fearless in fright.
She stood on the chair, tip-toed in the air, wrapped the noose around her neck and jumped to a glorious and painful death.
Till this day, some claim to see her face. He cut, chopped, and scattered her all around that place. So he might keep her always near, and be reminded of lovelier years.
Some many years later, when their children were grown, the old man hung himself, hanging all alone. Now in darkness, only the few can see, the little brown woman and her bearded man in the trees.
“Coffee, Green and Listerine”
Coffee, Green and Listerine, are the items I need to keep my life serene. See often times I feel like caving inside, pulling off my skin, reaching within, not able to hide.
But the coffee I need, to awaken my need, a desire to try, a reason to strive.
The green is a need, for stimulation of the trees. I’m talking about the synapse in my head, so I can talk to the dead.
Conversations with GOD, creating, cut a log. Get that tree and make me something lovely, or back the fuck up off me.
The Listerine, quite important, for my mouth is a horror, a pit, a death, enraged, deranged, a foul malodorous friend.
Listerine, make me clean, burn the nasty awful fiend, that hides in the corners and cranny’s of me.
And then I farted….I really need a colonic.
“Splendid joys of a wife”
My husbands’ cock is the most wonderful of things.
It makes me yell, quiver, banter and scream. Some nights it’s surprising, when I feel him enter inside me. Plunging his thickness to great depths, I’m left in unrest.
Often times I’m nearly dead, from bobbing and banging and giving him head.
Waiting for cream to infiltrate my mouth, I’ve come to beckon his cum, his energy, I’m stout.
So, if you have a cock beside you, grab that cock, resolute to cum too.
Wank it, hold it, love it, bestow it, with tender kisses, playful lickings, lots stroking and deep throating.
Do not be scared, and do not fear, for it’s only a cock, a delightful elongated sphere.
The tip shall release a most glorious treat. Just open your mouth, on my mark, set, Release!
Spray and spew he did, to great lengths and no end….The room was full of cum, my work done, now finally to an end.
He must return the favor, though, I shall let him rest for now.
Get clean, smoke a little green and then head to my downtown.
Where I shall open my glorious little city, but please don’t forget to play with my titties.
Squeeze them, suck them, bite them, and entrap them, in ropes, in vines, in your fingers, teeth and twine.
Oh yes, just a bit more. Allow the indulgence of being your little whore.
Will you beat me, subdue and deny me? Make me beg; give you more head, till you slide your cock inside me?
I will do as you require, I need you in this hour. Please deliver me from your spell, make cum, so all will be well.
Oh, thank you, I’ve began to cum.
To quiver, shake and rattle and look retarded as I grovel.
You have loved me once again, my sniper, lover and friend.
I will return the favor….But that will be later.