Category Archives: poetry

wish list


to eat you out have sex on the couch fondle you in public grope you in a grocery store or target do a body shot off you light tying clitoral stimulation during impact edging to have sex with you while … Continue reading

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Hungry and thirsty pt 1


In this bar sipping my drink looking at all these beautiful women walk past. Wondering how they taste if they’re good enough to eat. This tequila sunrise has me extra horny. This masquerade ball is just what I needed, all … Continue reading

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Here’s the thing


So I just made dinner I’m listening to this playlist I made for a word friend. I’m all alone sipping on brown & light Shirt off, boots on Turned on Talking to people to distant to satisfy my cravings. I … Continue reading

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Hold up, did this just happen


Once upon a time a last second kiss could have had me twisted out and bent out of shape and then I started doing it myself.  You know that kiss you use to keep them wanting more. Aggressive and primal … Continue reading

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Orgasm


Phone sex doesn’t get me off no more than masturbation The best orgasms achieved come from lovers. Who’ve spent themselves on you. Much more satisfaction than a simple self induced orgasm. You know your spots therefore you know how tedious … Continue reading

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What’s 1st


What will kill me 1st My pride so deeply tied to my sense of self. Will it be the thing that does me. My laziness, a desire to not do or be. Will it be my final lack of care … Continue reading

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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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