Turning My Wheel

Turning my wheel around curves and bends -
The circle of life goes on, never ends...

I cannot escape the real of my life,
Deny haunting memories, pretend there’s no strife.
I cannot abandon the spokes of my wheel –
Spinning out of control, it’s almost surreal.

Let off the brakes, coasting on down,
Tempting diversions beg to be found.
Blurs in the mirror, gripping my wheel –
Adrenalin racing is all that I feel.

Eyes tightly shut, blinded by lust.
Darkness the guide I instinctively trust.
Yearning adventure, turning my wheel.
This road going nowhere appears ethereal.

Seduced by a whisper, the sound of his voice.
His subtle command, there’s no other choice.
Soothed by his presence, I surrender my wheel.
As he quenches my thirst, before him I kneel.

I savor the sweet saltiness of his cock,
Knowing he holds the key to my lock.
Craving his touch, embracing my wheel,
Exploring my flesh in the ultimate deal.

Strong fingers twist the strands of my hair,
Flames flicker inside, fire spreads everywhere.
His magical power possessing my wheel,
And deeper he drives, tattooing his seal.

My spirit soars where the road never ends.
Beyond reality, where fantasy blends.
Relinquish. Recover. Still gripping my wheel,
Racing toward the next fantasy steal.

Turning my wheel, life circling fast -
Watching the road, moving on past.
Forever, never-ending...