Category Archives: Lost Generation

Fresh Peppered Loin

Blackback stares, shares secret beats with rouge-bright skins, a patter of later tomorrows, future rounds of bouts – beating hands – airstream shapes, thinking mercy, give us beat, ignite our cores – loosened lips, sweet smell of mold – lay back dreamer. … Continue reading

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Once More for Making Sure

Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading

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Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

We sail smooth runners iced and swelled, in teas of black with Chinese talk-talk.   Lay your hands on me, such smoothness tickles; my fuzz and temptations – you feel.   It’s our room on Boulevard Saint-Germain where hush-hush is our … Continue reading

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Watery Eyes So Clearly Focused

Oh gosh my head is swaying and feeling the sentiments, goshing the corners of my mouth; throwing back breathless moments. The sentiments abundant of life full of moments and watery eyes so clearly focused; there you are, there you are, … Continue reading

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Collapse at The Water’s Splash

It was confidential pomade
and stunk with blush –
with some fuzzy,
almost freaky bass. Continue reading

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A Godless Experience

Where are the scars on your submissive hands; you never share. Continue reading

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