with patience i move against the ebb and flow of passion-trained surfer.
rubbin' shoulders with a reality thats cold towards the real me.
patron of my art-dillittante of my expressive libido.
with quickness he deftly poured himself between her legs-the sound of glass.
was unfortunate that the palm-pregnant landscape threw up our reverie.
lady bvlgari, the cost of her soul the minute she came across him.
knees stained with wet cement, mouth full of the dick of life-existence pumps.
temptations are fly-like, always on the edge of your sight-bothersome.
strokin' the raw dick of temptation always leads to releasin' pain.
at some time i get tired of getting people to notice and fete me.
what would draw people to me and keep them thirsting after my words?
this horrible appetite for pictures of semi-nude men-hungry.
my hands often respond quickly to the throb of loins with images.
one taste of masturbation, made me a life-long engorger of it.
my imagination is a prison of the male form for peep-shows.
the eyes of my imagination are lewd, undressing gorgeous men.
the mouth of my eyes, full from eating the body of sexy men.
along the highway of life, searchin for handsome diversions to touch.
the flame in my loins, softest stroke of my hands-spew release.
onanism-the chronic jerking in response to 'them,' the man-gods.
with blind pursuit i made my way towad the affecting of my own sound.
tweaking my sowing in order to harvest liquid pleasure.
misery produced in her this steely air that many stayed from.
i asked for freedom from myself...ran, then discovered i still had me.
the hotel business has a way of birthing compassion toward others. (sarcasm/sheesh!)
5:36 pm, these mid-day burnings. watching the bodies litter fb.
with accuracy what is whispered has to be verbalized quickly.
craved his body like dry earth craving rain. he comes to me.
©2011
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