Golden
Sometimes,
I just have to
lean back and
enjoy life’s
numerous sources of
constant
entertainment.
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Bonne nuit
Sweet as a cloudy sky,
dreams that go drifting by,
beautiful scenes before my eye.
Libation
I see your sweet wet lips
and watch you open them with sighs
before I get down on my knees
and drink nectar from your thighs.
Fervor
Pull at me;
down into your arms,
my will’s lost to your charms;
pants scattered ‘round the room.
Please, God – make me a stone
I have an ocean that’s inside
of all the things I try to hide,
sometimes moved through agitation,
trickling out as tears of desperation.
Counter Causality
What was, could be,
what could be, can be
what can be, is.
– another random free-style poem.
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.
A (wise) man of two faces 