One must always remember...

...the last time we live will always be so closely linked to the first time we die.
There's so very much I've written; yet so very little will ever be seen. I'll try to update as I write from now on;  so the most recent piece for every day I choose to add to this... whatever it is.
This is for a girl whom I wanted to use me, and yet to whom I could only show such dissatisfaction when I felt I got what I had asked for.

I'll be your footstool;
kick up a fuss!
Stamp and stomp,
so that you kick up dust,
and bending slightly,
upon one knee,
I'll stay stable
so you can use me,
won't you change into
those pretty shoes?
Rest your foot upon me,
just a while,
It's bliss to see your leg
as you smile.
And I'll be your ladder,
won't you climb upon me?
I'll take you higher,
so you can grab
what's out of reach
or pin, or hammer,
do as you please!
Know I won't drop you
unless you ask,
but I'll lower you gently
upon completion of task.
People may think
we look a little queer,
but to be pressed
so close to your body,
between your legs,
I hold so dear.