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Dear Dolores,

Are love songs silenced by the sounds
Of sirens screeching woe?
Emergencies call you away
You yet again forego

To take my trembling hand in yours
And softly sing of stars
I pour my plaintive pen in poems
Of desire, dread and scars

But nothing in return I hear
Like days when dreams dripped dew.
Dammit, Dolly, the days drag so
One more poem, naught from you.

What are all these urgent errands
And projects to prepare,
No tender times to talk of troth,
Just deadlines, time won't spare.

And so it is, I swallow pride
And beg from you a sign.
Starbucks, Sixth and Sycamore Street
At seven, storm or shine.

For six days straight from Sunday next
I'll wait for you one hour
Shuffle your schedule, show up once
Oh, Lo, it's in your pow'r.

By Sabbath should you still suppose
Your schedule shan't yield slight,
The sirens wailing, waking whine
Will one last stanza write.

Humbly, Humbert

Tags: Craving Unrequited Love

I'm not really into the whole Domme scene.  But I'm familiar with and accepting of and even eager for most the experience, with the right woman -- or maybe I ought say girl.  I've dated two women in their 30s who most people thought immature and bossy.  And I thought fascinating.  Both have moved on, and I'm left yearning for what was.  And I'm not sure I'll find it here.

I've been yearning especially much lately, and find my palliatives to this yearning are quite odd.  I want my ass stuffed.  With vegetables, enemas, and I'm thinking of buying a butt plug.  And I'm beginning to watch internet porn while drinking my own urine and wishing it was hers.  I never drank the urine of the two women in question.  I'd have eaten their shit if called upon.  I lied in the forum post.  Such is my fantasy, and yearned for reality.  I'd drink any woman's urine,  I hunger for it.  But I'll only eat a certain womans shit.  One that I hunger for her.  I'm still hungry for the past.  For buying clothes and meals and jewe;ry and such that I couldn't afford.  Hungry to the degree that I was buying presents for them to give to guys they were fucking, when they weren't fucking me.

Not a lie like urine enemas and estrogen therapy and servicing glory holes.  I'd like all those things.  But more than that, I'd like what once was true to be true again -- truer.

Tags: Princess Fixation Financial Ruin