Release me from these bare naked branches I’m tangled up in Because soon the woeful night will encroach wantonly upon my sin
The bark punishes my ass like a whip from the master I serve, with pleasure I reach for the comfort of the last lonely leaf to cover my pu**y, his treasure
But it crackles quickly in my soft hand and the only hope to hide me fades… Another lover I see coming over the hill runs to me and stares at my Jade
Burning eyes filled with lust he climbs up the tree taking advantage of me.
She grips the pillow tightly like someone may come in the room and take it. Not the one under her strawberry blonde hair, of course, but the one her boyfriend lays on. It’s comforting this cold night. She listens to the low hum of the fan that’s constantly running and that steady droll makes her feel better. There’s a loneliness when the dark world has their eyes shut and you’re the only one awake.
Write something! Break this long, fucking dry spell of writer’s block-even if what comes out completely sucks. Your few fans may understand, being writers themselves. If they laugh at you-you’ll never know it! Hold that head high! Just remind them you’re a stoic poet with a slight sense of humor. And maybe they will come back and read more another day…