Pick Up Your Phone

I don’t want to be alone tonight
Yes, I know that I said this can’t work
It’s stupid that neither of us can let go
Soul mates separated by fate…
But your invitation echoes tonight
I ache to give in… no more no

I’m tired of principles, rules and morals
You were mine first, you still want me
Is it my fault that you call all the time?
I’m tired of putting up resistance…
Is it my fault that we feel so right
Call me now… the answer is yes

~ kei
30 May 2015

Remind Me

I miss you so much sometimes…

You know, I can hardly write here anymore. You’ve spoiled me for any other man. I can’t – no – don’t want to write what is not. The irony isn’t lost on me. Nor you I suppose. Wherever it is that you are now.

Funny how anger can lose its razor-sharp edges over time. Almost a year now Baby.


That name slips off my tongue so easily. I hear it in your voice though. Bourbon and Marlboros, whispering over golden wheat fields.

And oh God – if there is such a thing – how I miss you when I hear the kiss of your voice against my ear. “Baby”, growled soft and low as you stand behind me, running your huge hands down my arms, stooped to reach the shell of my ear. I’ve never felt so safe and yet so bereft in my life as I do now.

I feel you everywhere.

You tattooed yourself onto my skin. Words, kisses, sweat, spit, cum… You wrote yourself onto my body, into my heart and soul. Wrenched out by the madness in your own and yet… here I am now.

Craving yet the smoothness of your skin, the long sinewy muscles of your thighs, thrumming under my fingertips, my lips, my tongue. Aching for those huge hands to run down my back, cup my ass and pull me close to you.

Whisper please… whisper again how much you love me. Tell me everything will be okay again someday.

For my desire is nothing but winter. My body cold and frozen, ice in my veins and a howling blizzard in my heart. All that remains of you, me, the fire of we.

Is this tiny spark.

This contained flame, this tip of your cigarette as you stub it out and once again pull me to you.

“You’re mine Kiddo. Always. Don’t forget me. Promise me Karin. Don’t forget me.”

As if I ever could.

~ kei
7 January 2015
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Shivers Butt Squeeze

Mastered II

I am a lion tamer

As I pad softly from the bedroom
Clad in my uniform of a French pedicure
And his blue, button-down oxford
Dropped on the floor just moments ago
Still faintly warm, infused with scent
Cypress, sandalwood and bergamot
Enticing, inciting, fortifying my courage

Stepping into the hushed light
Steamy air, charged atmosphere
He growls in distemper
Another day in the jungle
I draw near, no fear
Control is mine in the moment
A firm hand and he quiets

I am the master
Pulling his head to my knees
Pouring hot water through his mane
Luxuriant dark waves, threaded in silver
He is experienced, used to command
Yet yields to touch, slowly relaxing
Into the palms of my hands

Obedient and content
His throaty growl is very like a purr
I even dare kiss the small curve
Of lips under his whiskers, entranced
As rivulets of water course over
His powerful shoulders, chest, biceps
Joining the pool where his knee is an island

Quiet, yet remains untamed
He takes advantage of my dropped guard
My attention distracted by his desire
Growing more evident long minutes now
Cat-like swift, pulls me down with him
Seduced by his ferocious hunger
Subdued by warm, wet skin
The feel of teeth through wet cotton

I am a lion tamer

~ kei
9 December 2013