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Your form is orgasmic To say the least And every time I am able to partake in it I am swept off my feet My mind races as my eyes trace The outline of your physique I am getting weak Just from that task alone I so wanna hear you moan And beg for me to both stop and...

Alibi

she tells me she’s damaged and my initial response is so am I often I have cried because satan had sent spies into my life and won the battle I still fight the war And maybe that is what brought me to your door Because you and I need allies As long as we are both...

MisEducation

Every now and then a poem catches my fingertips begging for expression reflect wisdom of the lesson reality has taken the time to teach it preach -es to my pen in a scribbled wind of ink this shyt stinks that’s the reality and truth so uncouth but the basis to...

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I’m so private that even from my pad and pen I hide keep tucked deep inside my thoughts trying not to get caught conveying images of a future past that never had a chance to last beyond communications’ misdirection and minor made major selection of hearing...