Micro dosing on fantasy to survive reality. The scarce and lacking seek to destroy but the mind wants what it wants and it will find a way. Lost and found in the wake of what makes up the day and sinks under the soft and fuzzy at night. With eyes closed and laid out dripping with want and heavy with wonderment. The sensations left alone and unfinished in real time but worn out in the back alley day dreams of the deprived and depraved. Hold steady as she goes because the water rises with just a thought of the Oh My God it should have and the Oh My God when will it? Because it has to. It just has to. No holds barred, bare knuckled and up to it as deep and as hard as it can. Stand back and stand still and just let me go. Unleashed and unbridled. Released into the wild of the wonder, the wild of control and command. Submitted and summoned. A requisition of desire for the forbidden and prohibited but so fucking necessary that it’s become essential. And urgent bidding that requires attention to the wanted and follow through by the craved. Take me past the words that facilitate the fascination and give me the lechery in real time. The infatuation that’s spanned highways and mountains cut through by the river that runs with just a memory of the untouched. Fondness and fever cocktailed together for a coveted thirsty boy and touch starved flat land locked girl. Where oh where and how? That is the big boy better give it to me good question. It’s not just a question to answer but a fucking deed to be done and done so there is nothing left but skin ripped from the bone done. Wasted and overfilled from the gluttonous feast of the flesh that’s been on the table for long enough. It’s time to eat. Eat it all up leaving nothing left for the next one. A hollow shell of what she was taken down by who he is and what she’s needed all this time. How much longer? Just tell me when, where and how and I’ll obediently take care of all your rest. No need to worry or fret just let me take care of it and you’ll be mastered and I’ll be praised. A good girl and good boy turned man because in the end that’s what it is and what it was and what it should be. No lacking libido or lust lost here. Just a hungry body with an insatiable appetite and no chef to make the meal. Someone feed the greed for the dominant devotee is lost at sea and those pirates sure are looking fine. Tie me up to shove me on the plank, I’ll take the walk and I’ll jump but you come too. Talk is cheap. Action is so much better. Find a way and you’ll find me there. Ready, willing and able all for you and all for me. Just a taste is all I need but want more. A finger dipped in and sucked clean isn’t too much to ask for the beggared, is it? Just enough and then some should suffice but if it doesn’t just ask for more, no need to be without when the what you need is right here for the taking. So take it. Use it. Feel it and remember it. Then and now. All of it and all of me. It’s just that simple. Time and space can be worked out and worn out just like the mind and body of the day dreams that hold it all in that safe secret place. Notes and words with smiles and depth but more than anything and everything that hasn’t and should there is the necessity and the deficiency that lives and breaths behind it all. Save us both from the misery of the miles but not the torture, we don’t mind that part. Seek and destroy it, finally. The unfinished business handled and handled good. The depletion fulfilled by the words backed up and that time gone by pulled into the present. Pulled, pushed, tugged, gripped, worshiped and appreciated. Finally. Finally.