Victory Lap

take a victory lap around my hear
then bind my hands with silken thread
shackle me with just one look
enslaving me with your touch
be the prince to others fairest one
but be the master of my soul

Jack B Naughty

i confess i’ve been a naughty boy
time to make jack your toy
put your tattoo on my ass
keep it hard and beat it fast
then a certain nimble spice
will blend the chocolate with the vice
black and blue with hearts of red
put me in your flying sled
take me round the world with you
up some chimneys down some flues
in the glow of solstice lights
i’ll teach you how to scale some heights
keep the switches and the coal
mend the body rend the soul
now that santa’s had his pay
it’s time for jack to have his way

bonitatem et disciplinam et scientiam

teach me the joys and sorrows
glorious moments in surplice
benedictions rolling off your tongue
whilst i’m on bended knee
teach me the discipline of goodness
mortification of the flesh
teach me carnal knowledge
and the wages of cardinal sin
teach me of the passion
the good sisters claim the know
of consupisence and calumny
how holy empires slowy grow
teach me all of these things
my lord and teach me many more
and i shall be the altared boi
prostrated on your floor

On Your Shoulder

let me be the fallen angel
to set the course aright
let me be your guardian daemon
to shield the guiding light
there are no gods or monsters
only misfortunes of virtue
and in the night are only
the faery tales we choose
good and evil are subjective
like passion’s icey flames
yet come the dead of summer
we’ll set fire to the thames
let’s dance into the heavens
to loose your purity
unleash beast with two backs
make true the calumny
give me your reputation
to rip blithely to shreds
and a treffpunkt in kathmandu
you’ll find upon my bed
when we’re done i’ll put you
safely in your place
forever will i help you
survive with orgastic grace

Cubic Glitz

in this world of simulacrum
i seek just one true form
and carry high a dim torch
to emulate my funeral pyre
with many saccharin lovers
dancing jigs between my sheets
and tone deaf bodhisattvas
singing me to sleep
like an important chess piece
i move from space to space
until i find the rack sub
to anchor me in place

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standing making small talk
with your group of friends
maybe i should hint at
the many things we’ve been
about all the nights
you cried out
for me to take you from behind
how you let me get the cord
to bind you call you mine
how many times i’ve driven
you to estatic agony
only to have you plead
for many more harsher deeds
upside down or right side up
the eager bottom to my top
i made the beast with two backs
my gentle loving pup
never mind i’ll keep your secret
safely from your wife
but always know i hold the key
to a truly happy life

Monday’s Mantra

light a candle with desire
emulate my funeral pyre
obsidian chalice knife of bone
come find my erogenous zone
where the trunks form a cove
fluid tongue turns shrive to shrove
then the bear with fluers de lis
can gently bring you to your knees
it is more than superstition
that he’ll keep you from perdition
douse the light and let the fire
be the beacon to desire

Fabu Friday

Something Willing Us

as your possession i tend only to
the time and wait for you
i pass quiet hours in sweet repast
of blessed solitude
when i wonder where you are
i think how happy they
whose time you fill must be
blissfully i think these thoughts
knowing i’m both slave and free

pain on the rocks

he calls to me
soft and uncertain
deepening the need
that aches to my core
i a shackled prisoner
of his design
am his willing slave
a possession
to hold and cherish
or wrongfully abuse
for he is my master
and my pleasure
is pain on the rocks