I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

I saw you lying in our bed And love, profound, danced through… The beauty of your soul, like brea… Is all I need to feel well fed

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do

The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less