HowCrazyYou – “R”

be the misa misa in my crazy death note be the misa misa to my light yagami he told me he told me he related to L more but i know i know the evil within him the evil within me plowing into me from behind injecting his soul into my blood and me loving loving loving screaming for each moment of it for more more more hit me harder harder till i bleed i’m the misa misa to your light yagami write me a death note
i did.


For Light/B1/Dark Helmet/trashbag boy. I see you. 👀


under a summermoon/ they meet/ toe to toe/ cheek to cheek/ banana spiders are yellow/ it’s true/ but burning love is the color for two/ and his is the hair of a summer breeze/ and hers are the eyes longing to be free/ the carcasses lay all around/ but into her his love he pounds/ physical restraints are useless/ when his is the soul she runs to/ she misses/ small is the time and space before/ together eternal forevermore/ enough is the feeling she holds when held/ wild satisfaction she gives him fulfilled/ together at their base the world stretches/ time disappears when they’re intermeshing/ his are the eyes of the purest blue/ when she fell into them he smiled/ he knew

~Pour Mon Amour

thanks and credit to those who came before… Shakespeare, Poe, and Debbie; naturally.
As always, special thanks to my true love and ever faithful; SummerMoon.



“What’s so amazing about you is that you don’t expect anything from me. Like most girls i’ve been with before are always like ‘is this it?’ … you know like is all we do is sit around having great sex and that’s all? I like that I don’t have to wine and dine you and that we got to skip all of that and just get right to the great sex part.”

“Thank you.”

I’m curled up naked on his bed after a good fucking. We tried a new position this time. I like it. Especially the way his penis tickles me when he finishes and it starts to relax inside of me.

He’s come back after taking a shower. He doesn’t stay long for pillow talk, more of a jump up and clean off and then get to work, because sex really inspires him he says.

“Now that is a sight I like to see.”


“A beautiful kitten laying naked on my bed.”

He takes out his camera and snaps some pictures of me. I’m his so it’s okay. “Do you need anything? Pancakes?” “Yes, please.” He goes into the living area and turns on his throw-back 80s electro-mod. I sign from the position he left me in, a child pose with legs further apart for access. My hips begin to ache. I reach my tail around and fluff it in my face. It makes me giggle.

“What? What are you giggling about you silly kitten?” I giggle again and then roll over onto mysids. Arms and legs in the air, big stretching, “oh nothing.” I have an afterward glow. I scratch my right ear and roll onto the floor taking our sex blanket with me, fashioning an old school toga. It drags behind me, my tail giving it life as I wander into the mailroom and curl onto the loveseat purring softly to the music.

“Someone’s happy.” I sparkle at him. He’s so handsome in the kitchen making pancakes. He’s not what would be considered a great beauty, but in my eyes, he’s the world. He has brown fluffy hair and a fit body. He’s tall and a bit chunky but i don’t mind. His arms are strong and it feels good when he strokes me.

It’s his eyes that i’m imprinted too.

The blue of the seas. All of the seas, changing hue and depth depending on the lighting and his mood. They’re both terrifying and addicting. When i’m the object of their gaze, i’m captive.

He Calls Her Kitten

Cats don’t always pick the right people to love. Take my mom for example. She fell in love the father of her feeder. The same man who would kick her across the room every time she tried to love on him.

I wish I could say that I learned from her mistakes. But I’ve devoted myself to a man named Evan – and make sure you pronounce it right – he’s very particular as that one girl found out after getting dumped in the cold – it’s ‘Eh-Van’ not ‘Ee-Van’ and especially not Alvin. That’s his father’s name.

I first came in contact with him at the kennal – i was left there when my mom was adopted again after being rescued from that terrible man. In walked Evan – the soon to be love of my life.

“Yeah I want a cat. I had one growing up and they’re great.”

The truth is more depressing, he just dumped or been dumped by – which he still refuses to admit – his 3-month girlfriend, which for him was a long time, but all things considered an even longer time for her. She was – or is, i suppose – hispanic. He voted for Trump.

“Yeah that was when I knew we weren’t going to work out. It was one of the red flags. She didn’t understand the need for the wall and was all about the emasculation of males. She didn’t understand my work.” His work being that of propogating the needs of oppressed white males.

“You know it’s funny but what are considered minority groups are actually the majority. They hold the vote. When really it’s intelligent white men who are in the minority. We’ve been beat upon enough with all this white guilt. It’s time for us to reclaim what’s ours and not keep getting beat down by women and minorities.” He ordered a bottle of Trump wine that he drank alone on election night. Trust me. I would know.

I was there.

*disclaimer – the above is fictional and makes me, Mickey, writhe in anger against said ‘Evan’ if it’s not obvious from the tone of the writing.