I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys
Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped
I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…
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’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
We made a set But we can’t check Until we get A springy (blank)
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
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
My gaze is like a laser beam That scorches souls and torches dr… It melts you down if you would dee… To stay too long within my scene
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin