oh, sweet love where art thou? trapped in masculine inferno eternal damnation and these men be hoes like juicy say they for eeevery body they ain’t gonna be loyal not for aaaanybody still I loooove these hoes they got me...
Read Moremy path is waved by the vibrations of geometric violas and violins constructing a staircase down the spiral cochlea tube of my fateful infinity an eustachian descent into the mouth of madness that is dancing on the edge of...
Read MoreWhen I was young, I had a short lived fascination with being a butterfly catcher I became obsessed with seeing all the different kinds I could find in books. I would look thru those books and think to myself. Chase the monarch?...
Read MoreMy heart is a jungle. Filled with a lush ecosystem, humid and hungry creatures still undiscovered by that beast at the top of the food chain I am welcoming of all, but not all can survive here my heart is a home, waiting for you...
Read MoreWhen I think about him and know he’s near It brings a light tickle to my ears I feel loved when I know he’s around Unconventional, yes, it’s very profound Listening to his scholarly tongue feeling wet by the...
Read MoreComplacent heart Why won’t you start And give me a little push I’m laying here Sounds in my ears Smoke rising from my kush Within his eyes My demons hide A playground full of filth Come swing with me My little pretty...
Read MoreSomeone catch me cause I’m bout too fall in to this void battle armor raised like the warriors of troy forget this heart, a vulnerable little boy is what I was when I loved you starry eyed and flying high on clouds labeled...
Read MoreYou and I will reach new highs sharing truths, undressing lies sharing the juices from our wrists licking out the honey from my slit swallowing your depth into my core whisper in my ear, that i’m your whore cause this is...
Read MoreThey say to me, when dating Chill out! it’s only been one date look what you’re doing, look how your acting stahp… And I just don’t understand. I’m not stupid. I don’t go gaga after everything...
Read MoreMayday, Mayday. It’s me. Red striped telephone can in one hand and a picture of you in my dreams Laughing and playing in the kitchen while we cook the memories that never were taking over me Ground control to major tom. 5...
Read MoreI like him Because I made memories with him A patchwork quilt of lust and wonder Stitched together like tales from brothers grim I made memories with him. Hid them in my cornea asunder But he wants to forget them write me off as...
Read MorePerhaps you wonder why I become so entrapped within your gaze. Stupefied, I am. Your beauty is a sight from which I cannot look away. From the moment you took my hand, is where our adventure begins. And I try to catalog every...
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