I drop my head, close my eyes, rub my eyelids, exhale, and confetti flares from my nostrils Now when I cum I don't go anywhere There's no movement Orgasms devoid of tension My memory devastated Body amnesiac Completely blind to the mosaic pleasure has painted I drop my head, cover my eyes Exhale and confetti … Continue reading Confetti Cum
Suddenly I was slipping Take charge tendencies Ignited in technicolor the steering wheel became fire
There’s something magical in the way music rearranges physics With the right song, you can exchange repressed reality for waking moments in a vivid and continuous dream. Purely unscientific, there’s a natural mystic, a trance-like toxin to sound The music is immense soul-altering, reality sculpting, time means nothing music grinds on its hands, sways in … Continue reading Song Series, Vol 1.
I want a weekend of smoke clouds, strong flesh, and lust Wild thoughts between young wild hearts And desire, that rampant fire roars deeper in the twenty-something gut With newness, nervousness, fear and hunger A hunger for all things now I want the weekend with desire, unplanned positions Sturdy knees and stronger flesh. Passions on … Continue reading Young Wild Hearts
When you love You are uniquely vulnerable You lay claim to a man like A queen claims a nation You crave his flesh, his affection, his unyielding devotion Nothing quite prepares you for the moment he turns his back The moment he checks his watch He’s set time free — cutting the bounds You both … Continue reading Time Races Forward
I eat lots of fruit but my soul is still bitter
I don't want a lover who is good on paper I need us to burn the fucking page