Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?

15th February 2012

Link reblogged from Brain Throw Up: Been Holding It In Too Long with 7 notes

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Please.”

I’ve heard that word many a time.

That’s how you know a someone has been raised well.

When you teach your child to be polite,

Before you give them what they want you ask,

“Now what do you say…?”

And the reply you expect is,

“Please.”

Of course you expect a “thank you” right afterwards.

That word is so versatile.

It can be used in a multitude of situations.

It can be said in different tones

To have different meanings.

Please.

As I’ve said before,

I’ve heard that word many a time.

My favorite is when it comes from a beautiful woman.

It starts with,

“Will you kiss me,

Please?”

Once that question is asked,

I know I’m on my way to achieving my goal.

Sometimes the girl likes to take her time.

Sometimes I have to have more patience.

I am willing to put the effort in because I know,

If everything goes according to plan,

Her next question is going to be,

“Will you touch me,

Please?”

That’s how I know I’m in.

Some would say I go for jail-bait.

I am 38 years- old anyway.

But I know how to sweet talk a girl,

And nothing is better than hearing that word

Spoken so softly coming out of her mouth.

“Please.”

Some would believe that the first time is the best.

For me it’s the last.

After that second “please,”

She won’t wake up in a place she recognizes,

And this is wear I hear it,

Over and over and over again,

“Please!”

Notice how different this one is.

That subtle variation in punctuation changes it all.

It no longer ends with,

“Please.”

This is when the sentence begins with that

Oh so beautiful word…

“Please, stop!”

“Please, let me go!”

“Please, don’t kill me!”

But it’s the final one that gets me.

As the blood starts dripping off the table.

That crimson liquid that gives me such a hard on

And the sexual release I get when she whispers that final word,

Just before her pulse slows to stop,

“Please…”

Some would say that I’m sick.

I’ve become good at getting rid of the bodies,

And having no family or friends helps.

It’s fabricating an interesting life that keeps them interested.

That gets me to the first and the final

“Please.”

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