Fervor
Pull at me;
down into your arms,
my will’s lost to your charms;
pants scattered ‘round the room.
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Pathos
We see you trying to forget your
care(s) and we can’t help but worry
about all the suffering we see
you shouldering on your own.
ΙΧΘΥΣ
Jew sent on an
errand by his father to
save the whole lot of
us even though we
sorely don’t deserve it.
Nocturne
I want your sex; I
need to feel life and passion and
your voice is the only one that reaches the
depths of my self, beckons my fire,
and wholly seduces me with promises of
delights and sultry, sweaty nights.
Independent
We are sometimes called cunts
or even bitches by
many people who won’t
ever understand the
nuances that made us.
Callipygian
She’s got a little secret:
Everybody wants to know
Xactly how she keeps her ass
Youthful and firm, fo sho.
But she just cracks a smile
As she saunters through the door,
Cause she knows a secret held
Keeps ‘em coming back for more.
– Suggested by, and dedicated to, a friend.
Thus spoke Zarathustra
What can I say
to make you believe
that taken another way
will not deceive.
– the first word of the first line of all the April poems to this point.
It’s relatively gray
Deceive me with the truth
and save me with a lie.
Change the snow-white
me to a pitch-black.
Wishful thinking
Not a day goes by
that I don’t think of you.
You always catch my eye;
will I ever catch yours too?
Beg forgiveness
Will today be the day
you go out of your way;
say what I need to hear;
you’re pride’s not worth it dear.
sorry.
A (wise) man of two faces 