beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


There is no time here

We shrug off the

Bitter quiet 

Dive into the sandbox

I never lost the boy I was

I just yearn to play

To never be boring

To make you feel

That it is all

Just glorious, bright play

To catch me

Is to claim a great prize

But I won’t make

It easy for you

But should you

Slip off your heavy souled


The pain goes away

Chase me down

Draw my attention

Summon the smiling beast

That I am

Too much for some

And grab me with

Both hands

That day is here

That time is 



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