Returning to Flight

Younger days are missed
Filled with energy and freedom
Exuberant about each day
Just happy to wake up

Suddenly wondering why
The house is always a wreck
There is always a bill to pay
Never a moment free for fun

Wishing there was "more"
Wanting to expand blurry horizons
Needing to fulfill my own expectations
Waiting for my queue...to fly


My Permission Is Revoked

Fuck being made to "settle"
I refuse to be satisfied with anything less, in any area of my life,
Than I deserve...dues have been paid

Fuck "calming down"
Why should I pretend that I am not angry?
I have worked hard for this fury and it will be given voice

Fuck the fact that I have a "pretty face"
To you a mediocre woman on the surface
While passion burns beneath my skin...constantly in heat

Fuck being "good enough"
I know my value as a woman, a member of the human race
I keep striving for better...and progress is being made

Fuck becoming a "non-person"
With no identity other than someone's mother or wife
Power is roaring back into my individuality

But most of all...fuck ME
For allowing this shit to happen in my life without fighting
No more sucker punches...I am hitting back!



she taught me many things
when I was young
how to read and write my name
she instilled in me my annoying neatness
without which
many people would not recognize me

so many things she showed me
to remember
that quality was best
that art was deep and moving
books profound
the proper way to carry myself

the lessons she taught me
I know
will never be forgotten
I was a project
a toy
a pretty doll, a pet

I performed on cue
it was asked of me
through the hell of the first time
to my
ultimate rebellion at the last

she acted for many years as if
it were my fault
I believed her sometimes
but now
I know that was another lie

my crime was not a crime at all
a vibrant, happy child
not knowing how to stop the intrusions
and realizing
she did not want me to

how I laid my trust
in her
to make them go away
never understanding
there would
always be another to take his place

I love her still this monster
who took
everything I knew
so she wouldn't be
without a man
to pay for her life

she bid me earn her living
by the only
means I had
never stopping to consider
the destruction
her selfishness would cause

today we talk around
what happened
when I was a child
we both
pretend things are fine
nothing wrong at all

sometimes I think its better
to simply
leave the past alone
attempting to remember the good times
between the
horrors of the bad

but I know the truth
the past
still encroaches on my life
it affects my thoughts and feelings
how I react
to the people I love

I want to let it go
the darkness
and fear of my childhood
I would feel
so much more sane
if she'd only admit the truth

tell me she's sorry
so sorry
for how she made me live
so she
could keep her wealthy lifestyle
paid for with my innocence

I want to close the door
reopen another
let the past stay where it belongs
and find
a way to cleanse the filth
and at last forgive if not forget


Fuck Me Like the Whore That I Am

I cannot get the image of you
The taste of you, out of my mind
The thought of your strong mouth
Latched to my nipple, sucking greedily

Five o'clock shadow scratching me
Sending shivers into my abdomen
Hard hands kneading into my flesh
Firmly coaxing sighs from me

The roughness of you...the strength
Taking what you want
Guiding my rhythm as I suck you
Knowing I will swallow every drop

Wanting you between my thighs
Fucking me hard and fast
Slamming your cock into me
Knowing that I like it just that way

I will take the pleasure, take the pain
Take your dick wherever you want it
Enjoy every moment with you
Like the whore that I am


Come To Me

I want to hold you...kiss you...lick you
You should be with me now
Naked on my bed, tangled in my sheets
Absorbed in intense pleasure

When you cum I want to taste it
If you tremble, I want to feel it
I will stroke you until you recover
So that we can go again

Too many fantasies about you
Not enough hours in the day
I plan on fulfilling every desire
Granting every wish...every whim

Showing you what appreciation is
What devotion in bed can mean
What dedication to the craft is like
The things I will do to you...come to me


Getting Ready for Work

Fresh from the shower, you come up behind me with a smile
I am getting ready for work, brushing my slightly damp hair
You run your palms up my sides, over my bra
Sighing in anticipation of getting me sweaty again

As you begin to massage my shoulders and neck
I let the brush slide to the dresser…our eyes locking in the mirror
Running your hands along my arms
Bringing them to rest on the front clasp that you love so much

As my breasts are freed from the cloth, they are captured by you
Pulling a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger
Hand still moving up and down my back, still watching me watch you
When you slip your fingers into my panties, my head drops to your shoulder

I am grinding back into you – feeling the hardness of your cock
A sense of loss when you release my nipple, but it is only to slip off my panties
You are kissing across my shoulder and up my neck
It is obvious how wet that makes me and you begin to lightly bite

You gather the pooling moisture from me and use it to slick yourself
A moment of tightness before access is granted to my ass
You moan with the snug fit…I moan when you begin to move inside me
There is a need in me to be closer and I rock back

You push me forward until I am resting on the dresser, still watching
The fingers caressing me move faster, my signal that you are getting close
Your pumping becomes more urgent and your face is strained with pleasure
I can feel your balls hit against me with each thrust, heightening my need

When I start to cum, you use one hand to clutch me to you more firmly
As my muscles clench in orgasm, you cannot hold it any longer
Filling me with warmth even as I cum for you, and only you
There is no need for words when you rest on my back

As your dick slowly softens inside me, you plant kisses along my spine
Wanting me to know how satisfied you are when you separate from me
You turn me around, tongue kissing me until I am breathless
Before you return to the shower, you lick your wet fingers and wink

It is going to be a beautiful day


The Door

Is there a reason you want me here?
Am I anything more than a maid? A cook?
Do I hold value because of who I am?
Will there ever be a change between us?

I feel I am being used...
The woman inside is getting angry
I am convenient...a habit in the day-to-day
Taken for granted at every turn

Is it possible to think for yourself?
Must I guide each decision...each plan?
Are you an adult yet?
Is there a chance that you ever will be?

I want to be hopeful...think positive
But I am finding it hard to concentrate
The load I carry is constant and unbending
I feel suffocated by the weight

Can't you see what is happening?
Do you care to stop the cycle?
Will you do what must be done?
Do you mind if I walk out the door?