Less is More

You fill your fantasy

with me with a whip

in that discreet outfit

ready to pleasure you

Marks of excitement

are visible

all over your body

waiting to receive

No pain inflicted

No scream of delight

I stay on the screen

You soak in sweat and seed

Hollow

The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain