Literary sparse; but
densely packed when
active - thought
provoking microcosms
and a wit that's thoroughly
reactive.

Eliot, Borges, Banks,
and even Will Shakespeare;
This odd gent is quite
well-read, coarsely nice,
and not queer.

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I looked into the mirror
and saw myself, a
distorted self. This
was no Id, no shadow
or mask - this was me,
but caucasian, and thin.
I was shocked at first,
but engaged it in
conversation.
I'm glad I did.

Phoenix; believe this,
if I had the ability to
tell you of your
brilliance then I would
not hesitate - yet, you
rise above words, so
you'll have to wait, for
an accurate description
at any rate.

<3

That was the best
that I could do, that
I could think of to
describe you.

I'm sorry.

Passion engulfs me in her presence;
Porcelain Goddess; perfect china
doll - won't let me play with you?
Won't you let me play?

You capture the genius of men
beyond my scope - but would you
descend and attempt to immortalise
my fragmented masteryIdealisation puts us on a beach ( Read more... )

Ronaldo and Kaka
sitting in a tree,
doing things girls
like to see.

Ron and Harry
were looking on,
with Hermione's
thumb up their bums.

sexsexsex
techtechtech

It's a shame more
women don't think
like this chick.
She likes to suck
dick, she's not a
hick, and she's
all about wit.

techtechtech
sexsexsex

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Rose; gliding with
gentle grace toward
the horizon; craving
the light. The light.

The folly of man,
melancholy of man,
towards her he ran,
and to him she sang -

O! Glory glory!
Gentle man before me,
O! Glory glory!
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Cheeks flushed,
head's rushed.
Lips hot,
forget me not.
Eyes hidden,
orgasm's a given.