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Enter thoughts here:
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H I M
Back arched, dipping lower, closer, and cautiously towards the greenish blue, slightly gray center of his soul, the weight of regret over my shoulders, pulled in by the silent desire of his magnetic core, my legs become anchors, and my arms wings, the shadows of our fears gathering in the corners of the altar, flickering and whimpering are the enemies at our gates, his wet lips rise with the most delicate lifting of his mast, landing as abruptly, yet quietly as the first landing on the moon, strands of misplaced hair cascade over my brows, tickling the tick-tock of the clock, in slow motion, he wipes them clear, uninhibited by the consequences of tomorrow, four thousand miles lost in the sand dunes of the internet, we touch; delivering his religious paradise, biting up, biting down, the lovers’ nectar runs, dripping up unto the sins of yesterday, their eyes open, seas apart. He kisses me good morning, I kiss him goodnight.
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W A R B O Y
do you fuck as well as you dance? Oh really? Go on. -
P H E D R E _ In Decay
like ‘The Death of Sardanapalus’….so many lovers….
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S E L F S L U R P
part 2.
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S E L F S L U R P
part 1.
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Crotch Americano
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XXYYXX _some swagger witch house for your record player.
s l o w m o t i o n, for when you just want to stare into oblivion.
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G E T I T & S E T I T O F F
undress. -
R U N N I N G C O L O R
just get dressed already. -
L E C R O T C H.
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T O O H O T for boots; sand and leather…
it’s IML weekend anyway.
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