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Pj Bayliss Poem
You are my disease,
And my only remedy,
Addicted to you.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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I just can't think,
Or write,
Or eat,
Or sleep.
No longer fight,
To breathe,
Or cry,
And weep.
All that I own,
Believe in,
Worked for,
Has died.
Annihilating,
My morals,
Trust,
And faith inside.
This has very little to do with cost,
A couple of dollars is the least I've lost,
Their piggy banks haven't been bust,
What hurts me more is a loss of trust,
By those who'd rather believe.
I've become a completely empty shell,
Soul been dragged through the depths of hell,
Burning up with fear and pain inside,
With the blackest hound at my side,
Howling to let him back in.
(c) 2016 PJ Bayliss
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Behind painted desk,
Her smile welcomes everyone,
Counting the minutes.
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A peculiar sight at the river mouth,
A flock of birds flying to the south,
It kind of caught me way off guard,
As I headed to work in my car.
A thick white frost adorned the grass,
As my fowl friends flew on past,
I wandered if they planned to nest,
Muttering thoughts upon frosty breath.
We continued toward the ice blue sky,
'Till I noticed out of the corner of my eye,
Bulging storm clouds behind the hills,
With more toward the sea further still.
My feathered friends proved quite wise.
Settling for freezing cold but dry,
With a howling storm in their backs,
You're better off worse than being in that.
(C) 2016 PJ Bayliss
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Pj Bayliss Poem
I own her body,
Raunchy sweat tightens the knot,
Tightly bundled lust.
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Flittering fantail,
With its cheerful little peep,
Turn me hypocrite.
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Another shooting,
Another racial protest,
Yet another day.
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Office politics,
A penny drops from the sky,
Just another day.
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The little white pills,
Washed down with vitamin C,
Frames my hectic day.
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Pj Bayliss Poem
How I cherish this time of the day,
When my lover passes by. That gleam in her eye,
Letting me know, her intention is true,
And now it is time to play.
Like smoke she lingers before me,
With a single pass. Her innocent essence. I gasp,
Trawling her night shadow behind,
She encapsulates me.
Transcending into her watery depth,
From heel to toe, bended knee to divine luxury,
Encapsulating her majestic body within,
I submit, gently washing her silk cortex.
Emerging from heated pool, she begins to sway,
I surge & break fall. We land ourselves, upon cold wall,
Our eyes never depart from each other,
Her cheeky grin implies I must stay.
She grasps hold during our slow rise,
My shoulders clench taut, thighs clasp tight in embrace,
Her feet heave up from the ground,
I vow never to release her firm vice.
Together we dance as one,
Biting kiss upon neck, she wraps arms, we've begun,
My girth ruptures as she is splayed astride,
Silently she moans, "...Make love to me Hun."
I gently place her up & away,
Upon leather-clad pad, strapped to chains, haven above,
I release her to caress, loves motion applies the rest,
I whisper "...Sway Baby, Sway".
Hair thrown back upon breeze,
Lover's delight, steam rising upon sight,
Upon departure & re-entry, she continues to glisten,
Her first luxury comes with ease.
I raise my jilted lover's head,
Forsaken she submits to my hunger & intent,
I cast & expose my maiden down,
Caressing her wounds upon bed.
I am now captured by my own prey,
Arched back, penetrated and interlocked by firm thigh,
She motions to submerge my soul deep within,
Together we sing lullaby.
"...Sway baby, Sway".
(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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