There is a small group of people
I do not know them
But they watched my tears
As I watched him die
And they carry that moment
In their hearts
I hope
They find it strengthens them
Like a scar
Or a broken bone
It does not me
Streams
Tears
All water
That wear
And tear
Rocks
And Hearts
Rend apart
Things
We believe
Solid
Time
Itself
Will wind down
Darkness
Return
So bathe
In the light
While we can
By Scott Bailey © 2015
The best-seller lists
Are full of whips and chains and submission
Is it any wonder
We are slaves
By Scott Bailey © 2015
Amorous arousal
Building
Caressed cheeks
Delicious
Enticing
Full
Generous
Hard
Inviting
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 