Close to me
Your head on my breast, with your weight between my legs.
I’m so content in this world.
I want you close to me so I can inhale the same air you breathe.
I want you close to me with our eyes and bodies saying everything.
No words needed my love, not right now anyway.
I just want to take you inside so you can be a part of me.
I ache for this feeling.
I want you for however long I can
I’m still uncertain of love’s guarantee.
Right now I just want you close to me.
MaryFN
Coward.
I am the tap-tap-tapping of nails against your leg
as you walk away from your dreams,
because it’s easier to give up than to risk failure.
I am the clap-clap-clapping of your hands
as you praise those who have betrayed you
because you don’t want to rock the boat.
I am the pound-pound-pounding of your head
as it strikes the concrete yet again,
because mama always said bullies leave you alone when you don’t fight back
...so you don’t fight back.
you don’t fight at all.
Monsters
Memories live
In these halls
Like my outstretched hands
Not quite touching the walls
Pure, young, bold
Packed with stories untold
Of the bellowing laugh of a man
As he races across acres of pristine land
Now I return
And I’m horrified to see
That nothing is
As it used to be
A shell of a house
Lost in the wood
lonely woman
hidden under her hood
There are monsters that live here
Under the floor
Writhing and thriving
So unlike before
Time is a monster
For making it so
Or am I the monster
For letting it go?
At the Office (NSFW... Graphic Sex)
“Come in and close the door, please.”
He had never been called to her office before, in fact, he had never even been on the sixth floor. It has to be the promotion he has been waiting for.
“Mr. Young, it’s come to my attention that you have been abusing company equipment. One of the girls came in on Saturday to pick up her check and saw you in the media room. Do you remember what you were doing in the media room on Saturday?”
He began to feel faint, of course he remembered what he was doing. God, what to say, maybe she doesn’t know? God wasn’t helping so he said nothing.
“It is my understanding you were watching pornography and masturbating. She said she watched you for some time.”
Now, he really felt faint. That’s why May and Lucy were laughing and wouldn’t look him in the eye when he brought them their coffee this morning. Those bitches, now the whole company will know. He began to protest…
“Stop! Do you realize it is against company policy to use company property for personal use, and on company time?”
He could think of nothing to get out of this one. How do I look contrite, he wondered, biting his bottom lip. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
“You are damn right you won’t do it again, but I am a fair person and believe in second chances. When I asked her why she watched for so long, she said you had a very nice penis and she enjoyed watching. I would like to judge for myself. Would you like to show me your penis, Mr. Young?”
“Uh, I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
“I don’t think what you did was appropriate, jerking off when you were supposed to be working, and in front of a young woman?”
“I didn’t know she was watching.”
“That doesn’t matter. Do you like your job, Mr. Young? If you do, I would suggest you unzip now and show me your cock.”
Strangely, he felt an erection starting, and he did want to keep his job. So he unzipped as asked and dropped his pants to his ankles. She was staring at his crotch, and as he pulled his boxers down his cock sprang out. Awkwardly he stood there waiting, hoping she liked what she saw, his penis beginning to swell and stiffen more.
“Show me what you do next, I supposed you have a routine?”
He nodded and began to stroke his penis, the bulbous head popping out of his hand as he masturbated, up and down.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, but it’s kind of embarrassing.” He is fully erect now and finds he is turned on masturbating for his boss.
“I don’t care, I want a good show. Do you think you can make yourself have an orgasm? I’d really like to see that, no, I want to see that. Bring that chair over here so I can watch.”
He did as he was told, feeling silly, his pants still around his ankles. But once he settled in, closed his eyes and began to pump his cock, the embarassment began to fade a bit. He would give her a show she wouldn’t forget, he decided. Starting slow at first, so she could get a good look at his cock, he began to squeeze his balls as he massaged the head of his penis, hoping it wouldn’t take too long, and he could escape.
“I want to see you come, but don’t get any on the carpet, come in your hand, I want to see you come in your hand!”
He spit on his hand, making it slick, that always helped, and he felt the jizz beginning to form. “Oh, God, oh, oh, OoohGod!!!”, he began to moan, half for real and half for dramatic effect. Peeking thru his eyelashes he saw that she had wheeled her chair from behind the desk and was leaning forward watching intently. He had to admit it was exciting having an audience, and he could swear he saw her lick her lips. He fantasized undressing her, even though she had to be forty, as he held the base of his penis in his left hand and stroked the shaft with the other, harder and faster now, his ass clenching and beginning to squirm in the chair. He was breathing hard and moaning louder, this time all for real, as he dutifully shot his load into his hand, collapsing back into the chair, spent, his cock going limp, lolling against his leg, his hand holding out a palm full of pearlescence jizzum for her inspection. She handed him a box of tissue.
“Pull your pants up and get back to work, Mr. Young. Tomorrow when you come to in, report to Personnel, I have a new position for you.”
Humans a Failed Experiment
My depression is loosely based on my lack of satisfaction in my achievements as a member of society. This feeling is a reflection of my lack of satisfaction in society’s overall achievements as members of existence.
Consciousness was awarded to the species with the greatest scientific potential to expand understanding of the unity of matter.
What happens if this species loses sight of the prize, becomes content with itself and its own dimension, and turns its nose at thee?
Back to drawing board for our cosmic teacher and maybe with it our ability to think.
Scary to think we could be too stubborn to hold onto the greatest achievement in our evolutionary race.