Rust

if my hands were the limbs of my mind I would understand women if my tongue could speak the words and emotion lapped from your cunt then I would know you inside out if you could hold my cock like something more than a toy maybe we could be happy perhaps if we try weContinue reading “Rust”

Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch

the mirror behind the bottles behind the bar offer a view of your girl’s face as she endures your embrace and keeps an eye on me, waiting for a time when he will die of exhaustion, or shame, or by her hand and we can be together toss your hair, dance for me care notContinue reading “Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch”

A Man’s Respect and Admiration

I admire the muscles of your arms and the flatness of your stomach I respect the softness and length of your neck and your legs I have nothing but respect and admiration for you and your eyes the bridge of your nose, and cheek-bones your lips and the metal stud you sport with such classContinue reading “A Man’s Respect and Admiration”