Mixing Business and Pleasure

Call me a fool, I don’t care. I am a hopeless romantic and will always believe in love.

Did you see something beautiful today?

What was it?

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Did you hear a song that touched your soul?

Which one?

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Did you listen to the wind today?

What did it tell you?

Sometimes silence is a great joy.

And sometimes silence is a great sorrow.

You know that time when you are with a new lover? Right after you make love and the world is amazing? . . . That.

I remember that one extremely hot August day. In my art Studio, lover, bowl of ice, and we fucked, writhed and thrashed  in lust for hours while Steely Dan played.

Crows scream before the storm, blade against your skin feels warm. Don’t be frightened by the steel, it’s only a dream, seems so surreal.

Now the bloodlust torrents fall, on your hands & knees you crawl. Lightening flash & static song, take a deep breath, it won’t be long.

I will deliver that poison with my tongue.

There are a lot of books written about how to succeed. But what happens when you get there?

Success. 

I was warned success would change me. I always took this advice with some amusement.

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As my friend on Twitter said, (paraphrasing) Success is like a magnifying glass. If you are an asshole you become a bigger asshole. if you are hungry, you get hungrier.

I couldn’t have said it better. Success merely magnifies who and what you already were. If you had personality problems before, they get worse. If you were a level headed person, you remain constant.

Even more than my desire to tempt your body, I hunger to torment your soul.

Sinking to the floor in sinuous repose. Slinking, slithering towards you, sliding a gloved hand around your wrist. Mounting you, possessed.

Love is tension and hot fire, soft hushed voices echo desire. Cold flash chill on the skin, passion interweaves with sin. Love is madness.

As read by Shizzle . . . HERE

A sinister wicked wind, blows in tonight. Children all huddle, in a dark fright. How is it you have sinned? Confess to my sheer delight.

Ever run the tip of your soul along the razor sharp edge of a long knife?

Superfluous chill on the dark wind, look at the moon & back he did grin. Wispy thin clouds thread their way, the stars claw, tear and fray.

Night comes in with a grimace & grin, cloaked in red, his name is Sin. Waving his crooked scythe in the air, every other soul, he left bare

Now Darkness gathers speed, he charges in on a Arabian steed. Hoof sparks flinging stars into the sky, grasp your dreams, and wonder why.

I love the smell of your agony stained tears.

And now once again dark night, it’s your catatonic blues. Things won’t ever be right, until my heart has paid it’s untimely dues.

Into a big sturdy steamer trunk, I’m packing up those now orphan dreams. I will lock them far away, until I no longer hear their screams.

Night clouds make a soft bed, on occasion, my soul has bled. Stars are now hidden from view, there are some things time, can never undo.

In Sin we are compelled, driven, we must. In Sin we gladly, willingly, give up distrust. In Sin we abandon all our desires to sheer lust.

The most tortured souls, bring forth and give life to the most extraordinary creative beauty.

Night wind blows the palm trees, it whispers to me, truth in degrees. My stray soul named desire, it’s passion burns like a star lit fire.

I am happily married to my career. A jealous & tempestuous lover, but he gives so much in return, as long as I am attentive to his needs.

My businesses have been amazing to me lately, and this makes me feel so damn sexy.

They never disappoint. I understand why some men are also married to their careers.