- Tie me, Bite me:
- That's Naughty:
- That's Nice:
- Self Torture:
- Wine and Dine:
- Sweet Kisses:
- Two's a crowd and three's a party!:
- Porn Collection:
- Secret Lover:
- Washing Machine:
- Thong Song:
- Turn On:
- Turn Off:
- Heart and Soul:
- Good Morning:
- French Maid:
- Trouser Snake:
- First Time:
- Keep it Down!:
another year has gone by,
too quickly the time flies.
now and again, i glance back,
the memories attack.
satisfied with our body’s conversation
mesmerised by the sight
of you and me
in the moonlight.
it’s been a thing of a past
to live as an outcast.
back within reach of my most hated man,
i wonder how long i can stand
before i collapse within myself.
all i have is my mind, and nobody can see that.
wrapped up in a little secret of mine,
perching at the edge of my seat,
i can only watch as the blood drips to my feet.
from the gaping hole in my mouth it flows,
i can feel my heart beat slow.
look here, my wayward sailor, and you’ll see,
that at home you soon will be.
older and older the daybreak grows,
in the distance, the rooster crows.
one hand raised, then a sudden slap,
all is lost, and he’ll never come back.
forgive me, dear wife, but i have no say
in who the ocean decides to take away.
i’m drifting in the ocean,
as a boat without a sailor.
inhale, exhale and repeat again,
going through the motions,
but never truly living.
the ebbing and flowing waters
tug away at my soul,
bringing me closer to
and farther from
Asketh - Anonymous
how come you’re lost? are you lost with someone, or are you lost alone? :(
i feel it deep inside, that residual glow,
of the time in a land before, passed.
with the long days and sleepless nights,
it grows as does Hunger.
how i wish to stay again:
i am, but a visitor, in the silent night.
slowly, slowly, my tears fall.
when can i Feast again?
it sounds like the snapping of steel ropes,
as the wheels creak into sparks,
on the metal parallel rows.
inch by inch, it crawls,
the silver beast makes it’s way,
but i find that i have no patience at all.
whatever has it got to do with me,
when you do this to yourself?
over and over again you make time wait
when it stops for no one.
it’s so difficult to sleep at night
when all the creatures line up at the window,
peering in and drooling
at the sight of a hunched over girl
in the corner,
clutching her knees to her chest,
rocking to and fro.
"i need to feel something".
feels good to pick at the keys,
typing out all my fears in the dark.
strange how my nightlight has become
this rectangular screen.