Waste Stories

I wonder if I will ever hear from you? I imagine this is how it would go for me. My heart will be beating out of my chest. Like an alcoholic that had been clean for years. Then drank a huge swig of over proof rum. That familiar rush flowing throughout. Creating that sweet state of agony. Doing things to me that you cannot see. Temp the addiction is what my mind does. Craving the past. Thinking about what was. Stuck in a l...

When I think of what has gone to waste;It leaves me with an awful distaste. How could an ass that is so fine;Remain untouched for the rest of time? Hidden in the closet oh so deep;Someone is missing out on such a treat. I’d give anything for a change of luck;To get a chance to give that ass a good fuck. Run away he always does;He just can’t handle my kind of love. But if he shows his face again;His ass is mine until the e...