Posted in Moments


I’m a lip biter 

Woken from torment sleep

Into a street of savages

A scene of magic

Lost in a bevy of virgins.


I need to know my margin
Polished my nerves

With pleasure,

Kiss at wrist and fingertips.

Salvation that took

all night

comes for me

direct as Truth.
Coral pink conveyance

flush lust past my rage.

Act vengeful lover,

glow bright

as hand blown glass,

your satin curtain

drapes an iron cage
Hungry as bullseye’s

for arrows flight.

Shouldn’t need to say

That open eyes see

Taut frames 

Want soft caresses

Inner sanctum

Harbors manhood

Sail there, what must be, 

Will be.



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