Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights

You told me that we’d meet halfway I’m not sure what that means ‘Cause ev’rything I need in life Is what I’ve had to be My loved ones threw me to the wolv…

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…