Monthly Archives: March 2019

a mothers son


A mothers son is the last thing I see in my mind at the flash The rounds rips through my body and the media rips through my life finding pictures of high school or college me standing menacing and mean. … Continue reading

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Intimate


Can we get intimate I’m not asking for access to your naughty bit. I want to get inside your mind can we get close. Can we lay in bed cuddling listening to music or a podcast can we talk and … Continue reading

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