Tag Archives: life

mood


I’m in a burn the world down kind of mood.  The head space that births violence purely for the sake of itself. Unable to find the causes of the situation, I am here now boiling over especially incensed by the … Continue reading

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movie and meal


Here’s the thing last night when you invited me out all you said was dinner and a movie.  I dressed simply for said event a striped polo, long jeans and fashionable boots.  I carry more than enough money for the … Continue reading

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fingers


laying in bed intertwined in us you’re touching your sacred place, commenting on how good it feel bringing your fingers to my lip for a sampling I begin licking and sucking each digit kissing your palm gently. your taste mixing … 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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Headphones


There is always a moment when you’re sleeping in someone else’s bed & think to yourself “I should have bought headphones” It’s my 2nd or 3rd time getting out of bed for water and a bathroom break and keep coming … 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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