oblivious

.oblivious.

everyone was awake and yet everyone was dreaming.

asleep but not sleeping.

alive but not living.

dead but not dying.

here but not hearing.

seen but not seeing.

oblivious.

Butteryevil2013 & Joseph S. Cochrane (2013)

.the.beast.

Daddy drives a big ass truck, and has a thick stick shift.
grabs my ass when i get in, with his hand full,gives me a lift.

when he picked me up from the airport,a step ladder waited in my seat.
i rolled my eyes, i'm not THAT short and with a little hop i was up in the beast.

he expects me to control it..bumpy ride up and down
watching him shift does something, the front seat, i'm about to drown.

Promises of practice in parking lots, when he starts it the seat vibrates.
bouncing down the dirty D's highways, a bit more than this kitty can take.

the engine's roar does makes me horny..
the moistness between thighs a wasting..what a pity.
the precursor to the damage he's gonna do to my kitty.

so with respect fine Sir, I'm sure you can do damage,
but with my hands,mouth, and other holes full, I can barely manage.

.Daddy's Bed.

http://youtu.be/hw4wmwsFwRg (R.Kelly- Pregnant)

.Daddy's Bed.

as sexpected, we didn't spend much of the trip out of the bed.
instead, it was spent giving Daddy some of that good head.

his memory flawless, remembered all of those things she desired.
his only goal, see how many of those octaves she can hit a lil higher.

did the teasing then the pleasing followed by pulling on her reigns.
inch by inch he focused on bringing her both the pleasures and the pains.

he'd teased her with the tip then thrust deep to the hilt,
thick chick with luscious lips, for this childbearing hips were built.

choking, spanking and dirty talk; in those things he masters.
8 years a long time to wait, he made up for the missed chapters.

dehydrated from traveling, cramps soon ensued,
after Powerade quenched thirst, she continued getting screwed.

Daddy's voice is deeper than the ocean is blue,
he doesn't just demand, that tone beacons you.

His voice boomed, "face down ass up Daddy's lil slut..."
fighting through the pain, she waited..preparing for his nut.

trip planned to rekindle a fire that never fully went out.
voice gone from the strain of moans, screams, and shouts.

Daddy grabbed my hips as his final thrust produced seed,
staying firmly in place, he'd clearly worked me like a steed.

as we collapse, sleep threatens and i lay down my head.
our hands intertwine on my belly,sex with a purpose in Daddy's bed.

©Butteryevil2013



http://youtu.be/Qjf5VFGshVk (Practice- Drake)

.in my arms.

.in my arms.

two roads diverged,

she took the path most travelled.

waved hi to friends,

then proceeded on downhill.

one drink in hand,

made an attempt to shake his.

a friendly hug from another,

a buddy saying "what up miss?"

She said nice to meet you,

he didn't seem that faded.

in her own little world,

one could call her a bit jaded.

Chatted for a while then laughed a bit,

continued on with jokes about the petty bullshit.

he wasn't feeling well,

said he'd head on home,

but as the sentence left his mouth,

into the back of his head those eyes did roll.

he started to fall backwards,

 off the 3rd floor railing..

her eyes grew wide,

cat like reflexes unfailing.

let go of her drink,

as it fell she caught him instead.

looking deep into his eyes,

she was sure he was dead.

did you die in my arms tonight?

it must have been something i said.

laying him gently,

the concrete became his bed.

everybody was frozen,

not one soul could move about,

time moved slow,

he seemed to have been knocked out.

she asked for help but none would avail,

about to begin cpr, thought he looked pale.

then all of the sudden, he came back around,

blinked a few times then got off the ground.

She saved his life tonight and he doesn't even know it.

if she'd gone home instead, the floor below he'd have hit.

she's sleepless now and he's safe from harm.

but for 30 seconds tonight, he died in my arms.

©Butteryevil2013