The Familiar

Knocking at the door
at four in the morning.
is Familiar looking for a lighthouse

Familiar not surprised
The door opened
Light turned to static
No mack
None need
Familiar knows

There is no need to be alone
When the want for the familiar
Comes rushing over


Mouth on mouth
Hungry and needy
Hands fill
with the familiar weight
of his need and  her want

Familiar knows the spots
That excite, that ignite
That lights the fires
And open the flood gates

There is no need to be alone
When the want for the familiar
Comes rushing over

Familiar surrenders completely
To the lure, embraces the
need for the physical,
To the want, of sexual craving

Familiar fills completely
Hard and warm
wet and slipper
hot and tight
matching sweetly


There is no need to be alone
When the want for the familiar
Comes rushing over


The rhythm and flow is hard and greedy
Lustful and needy  
No words of love
exchanged in the familiar
Just moans and guts
From desire and lust

In this sensual dance of the familiar
fluids flow freely.
Hands and mouth searching greedily
thrilled with the sensations
Sweaty bodies entwined, forming
portraits of Cardinal sins
worshipped in the night

There is no need to be alone
When the want for the familiar
Comes rushing over

In the morning
familiar is gone
sheets still warm
No need for sorry
Next time
Familiar will have you
Knocking on a door
at four in the morning

There is no need to be alone
When the want for the familiar
Comes rushing over