Much energy is wasted in speculating about whether one is wearing the pants or caught in the act of panting. The daemon of violins sometimes presents itself in the organ of the throat. Hoarse is the instrument of residual lust leftover from the last round of bingo.
To set oneself free or to fetishize one’s shackles is the operatic comedy. Sing your ( Read more... )

My metamour died suddenly
Like a meteor
Overhearing the announcement from the floor
There was a moment’s thought before glancing upward to inquire
Not knowing how to properly posture my face
for this type of news
He told me to turn my head towards the TV as I was seated as usual on the Thai mat at his feet. I felt him weep for a moment while stroking my ( Read more... )