Archive for the tag Brutally Honest

Poem : Sometimes

Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious, I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see In your arms your need throb's delusional She is dearer to you than the air you breathe Sometimes, I just want to be her.

Poem : Go Fuck Yourself

will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side from my neck to my hip and I'll moan My hands move down there slowly, I groan Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories

Holding Hands

The one they always bring to my attention is how men show affection in public. To someone unfamiliar, it can be quite surprising.
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