I’ve spent these last few months living on borrowed affection.The beneficiary of lust-lewd thoughts I did not deserve.I even fell in love for a while.you keep asking me how old I am,and 22 don’t feel old,but to some, to some it is.You don’t talk to people,and chances are I talk to too many. But we’ve …
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Untitled #310 (2013)
Right, let’s be clear about this: I’m not shy about talking about sex on my blog, but as raunchy as I get, this is different. This is straight up attempt at erotic poetry. If that’s not up your alley, don’t read this. Also, if you know me in person (or are related to me), this …
They Ain’t, I Ain’t, I Can’t (2013)
Ya know what they say.Friend ‘a mine always quotes it,follows with a shot, and a wink,as he goes off in the hopes of gettin’ off. “All cats are black at night.” I don’t say this next part to be innocent here,I done my fair share of objectifyin’, mind,I ain’t proud, too proud, that is, to …
Sugar-cookie candles. (2013)
safe-sex-scented,guts ‘n glory ‘n all them gory details,come on, come on with those latex dreams :– he’s got a hip-cocked-straddle gut like a yoga ball, course, yoga’s that hippie fuckin’ shit, he was all for the drugs but that was years back, years–years back. …
Sex is a Language (2013)
The first images I saw of sex,Were diagrams of people cut in half,Picture books of all the little bits and bobs dissected and analyzed. I fucked a girl like that once,She never spoke,So I did nothing but dissect silence. The next images I saw of sex,Were puss, and ooze, and open wounds,Mistakes and regrets writ …
Real clever, boy. (2013)
Yeah, kid, I bet you think you’re just so damn clever,so damn/so damn/so damn clever. Sittin’ over there chucklin’ to yourself,as you merge someone’s poetry to pictures of birds suckin’ dicks,like that’s clever, like that’s insultin’. Boy, I don’t suppose you’ve ever sucked a dick? i still remember my first, he was blonde, and he …
It all comes down to Kinetics. (2013)
Let’s sext in the rain,how about it? I know it ain’t,I know, I know,I know it ain’t the same, But I get off on the idea of you gettin’ off to my words, Fight of flight, fight or flight, I want the damn kinetics of you, I want your fist across my face, I …
Dear, Love Has Nothing To Do With It (2013)
I want to leave you bruised and sore and feeling wonderful about it.I want to take you, Bend you over, And make you swear you’ve seen god in the grain of the fake wood of this desk,I want to fill youBe you,Become such a part of you that we melt together for that endless fleeting …
And that’s a promise (2013)
I’m gonna fuck you with your feet up by your ears,holdin’ you by the ankles,lookin’ you in the eyes. I don’t care if you’ve got tits or dick or both or nothin’ at all floppin’ round,I’m gonna fuck you with your feet up by your ears. I dunno who you are,I dunno how we’ll meet,‘n …
A Personal Ad Cut Out With Left Handed Scissors (2013)
I-i-I need to get a handle on this.’s not the easiest thing I’ve ever done,pu-put-putting myself out like this.I want–wait–I need to work up to it.Can’t go back, can’t re-write.I’m writin’ this up on cocktail napkins ‘n coasters.It’s pay by the word,but I got this feelin’ in me,like I won the lotto. You ever won …
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