-
The Queen’s Command
Gentle imagesstain virgin pages.Pretty are his words,hands are clasped behind the back.Submission wrapped around a pencilhe was the Queen’s poet.Keeping eyes from eyes this time,while in a praying position, he begs for her control.Her swift decisions are always final.The days keep rolling,just as her popularity growsshe’s all too distant.He, in charge of her wordsbeautiful lyrics made…
-
Love-drawn-Love
She came at me with a needle and tourniquet, and that addict part of me really had no other choice, but to extend my virgin side, so she could inject herself deep inside of me. A nirvana like rush my heart is dangerously close to needing a Narcan dose. We fuck for the first real…
-
Drag Queen
There’s this very bold and shiny world where want-to-be girls dress up to accentuate their curves. And all of us have no real issue paying the admissions price. Crammed and popular still, we watch with a curious smile. The girls look stunningly real. It’s fun watching this crowd “who is or isn’t” one can’t help…
-
Nostalgia and the Enemy Guide
Having distinct advantages for always falling forward, one can only wish to give up the control. Come to find out, this is a state of remembering a simple rest stop for now. Nostalgia still sits so heavily in our minds. We get stuck on certain positions or images. One can clearly see the manual manipulation…
-
Untitled
A dull and dreamy night, there is something stirring in and amongst this dark and sullen sky. I’ve traveled far this time against a row of thirsty streets. I haven’t heard or seen the things I’d consider attention, but still, I’ll wait my turn. Here at the end of an afternoon the sky seems burnt.…
