I Was Born A Unicorn

One time I followed you home from work. I posted up outside your bedroom window. I layed out a towel and pulled a loaf of bread out of my satchel. I watched you as you went about your nightly duties. Tidying and such. You then walked into your bathroom and shut the door. It was then that I pried open your bedroom window. I creeped up to the door. I heard the most delightful sound. It made ears perk up. I just knew it. You were making a bowel movement. That got my juices pumping. The sound escaping your sphincter was like a beautiful symphony composed by the Gods themselves. The aroma was other wordly. I took in a deep breath and giggled with delight. The toilet flushed. I scurried into your closet just as the bathroom door opened. You walked out while simultaneously cleaning your ear with a qtip. The way you guided that qtip around your ear canal sent filthy thoughts running through my
mind. I watched as you threw it away in your waste basket. You crawled into bed like the little angel you are. You clapped your hands and your lamp shut off. I waited until I heard your breathing slow and I was certain you were drifting into sweet unconsciousness. I crept out of the closet and rummaged through the waste basket until I found the treasure that was your used qtip. I placed it neatly in my satchel, climbed out the window quietly and frolicked home. Once I arrived at my secluded cabin in the woods. I walked down to my basement where I removed the qtip from my satchel and ever so carefully placed it in my rectum where it has resided ever since. I carry a piece of you with me.

myinkstainedheart:

I may be hungry and not know it yet,
numb to the twinge in my belly.
In excitement I have turned as the
wheels of a cart, dragged by a horse
around a city.
And such obedience mocks me,
not a little, to be driven by another
on the reins.
What I know and trust an absolute
love won’t lead to any wrong route.