If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house

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…

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

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 am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

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

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize

What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?