You Gave Me Blow Jobitis

You gave me Blow Jobitis. I lay mummified wrapped up in Quicksilver bed sheets wondering if Cleopatra ever gave head this good. Did Shakespeare write Sonnets cause his Montague sword was polished with the Cap- ulet fury you forced upon me? You made me make moans that were soliloquies singing to the sound of your […]

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The Good Kind of Hell

Sometimes attraction is everything–it is mutual: I am a white boy needing a Magnum; she is something from the east that George Harrison would approve of looking like an extra in an MIA music video. She likes that I am a musician; they all like that I am musician. I like her body, she eats […]

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