A man was a man. Time passed. He felt like an animal. With urges so shunned. That he felt alone. He indulged these urges. Fucking his way through humanity. Happy when he was with someone. Sad when he was without someone. He thought he liked solely sex. He didn’t know he also liked love. More […]Read more "Poem: The last of his urges"
The cold. The warmth. The squealing. The screaming. Thoughts, strange and potentially not right. Tits. And. Asses. Images. Undoubtedly. Pleasurable. There’s no doubt. About any of it. Especially. The tits and ass. Because their so fucking good.Read more "Poem: No loneliness"
I walked a road once. Gambling and drinking. My eyes wide shut to the oblivion I had entered. Though one day I saw a girl. Drinking alone in self-pity. She knew so much. Yet knew so few. I stood in a shadowy alley once. Lighter just wouldn’t light. thinking the the light would push the […]Read more "Poem: A line to wander "