Dearest Guru, I can see you now; raggedy red disheveled beard tickling your chest hairs- bald on top like the minute you were born, a little thin and sorrowful, eyes only bright from tears, furrowed brows, a barely noticeable slump in your shoulders, the worries of the world clawing your brain to shreds. I love … Continue reading Dearest Guru
You are swimming in the pulp attaching my eyes to my mind It’s convivial and Bohemian and ahead (or behind) the times To want only you and yet let you get any sort of satisfaction From anywhere you can find it and if I find it I’ll have the same reaction Yet accept us they … Continue reading Honor’sForce&FraudAccountatChaseManhattan
My most furious of rages under his control My most painful solace only his to mold But minimal remorse exists between us two… I don’t want what WE don’t want to do- My dangerous ecstasies he commits to without lie (But we both know we lie all the damned time) My lonely bedroom has a … Continue reading Membrum virile
Right before you win the race You take your hands off the wheel Success is a test Right before you win the battle You close your eyelids Right before he’s built up the confidence to finally admit that he loves you back You throw in the towel and leave You always leave Right before they … Continue reading All pauses are pregnant
I don’t want your fear-being afraid is a waste of your precious energies, sweetie- I want you open, vulnerable, willing and most importantly, resigned. Let me help you to become the greatest man who ever lived this way, my way, is the only way for you to get better at suffering. I tell you when … Continue reading Masochism Potion #9
I woke up twice before the alarm to pee Ignored the first alarm but still ended up before the sun It was muggy but for whatever reason I never check the weather so I didn’t put on as much deodorant as I should have and felt funky most of the day. I was inspired though … Continue reading That one Bangles’ Song
As much as I crave your tender full lips pressed softly against mine for hours without end, As much as I ache for your hot heavy hands leaving prints of you all over my moist and supple skin, As much as I adore dragging you by your lever, fully erect into the delicate cavernous cushion … Continue reading Hyperopic
