i had someone reading some of my stuff last night. her comment about drawing men to her who want to be dominated threw me off. it just came to me: she --like c. did-- mistakes the poet for his subject. what i write IS me, but careful how u interpret it. just because the guy is getting nailed by the woman doesnt mean i want to be bossed around or tied down. not that that's a bad thing. : )

second she said she's drawn to men she cant have, and listed their types. im not saying im easy or she just have me, but i didnt fall in those types. i wanted to explan it to her. yet i felt maybe i was doing more damage than good. i dont mind fucking like bunnies, i just dont want o lead anyone on. hurt anyone. and i KNOW she's hurtin & scared right now over a life matter.

and this morning i awoke from dreaming of her and i going at it after skinny dipping in my neighbor's pool. she said she likes to scream and my 'rents house is big enough to echo. on the main stair landing, on the persian, all-fours, and she can scream thru the whole house. yummy.

it's going to be one of those days. she wants cock. i want to give to her. but i settle for coffee. in the cold. lonely. bed.

but dont despair viewers, coffee is king. it's always there and warm and easy to have in bed. almost never runs --if properly held.