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What Becomes

I find

Make

Sculpt

Time

Into raw materials

Alchemical focus

As the slow burn of

Desire held at bay

Becomes art

But still,

A man who would be comfortable

With taking you hard

Wherever I found you

But duty and appropriate

Behaviour stay my rough, strong

Hands and their invitation

To your sweet, secret places

So for now

It becomes

Art

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Weekend Omnibus

So, posted some advice and lifestyle information in the last day or so, and I’d like to know what you thought about them?

Purpose and Mindset (Advice For Men)

GROOMING AND APPEARANCE

Diet

So, there’s been less this week but it is due to some focus on longer projects, which I am planning to make available in return for money.

Day and date

a season

Mixtape

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Thank you so much, all the help is much appreciated.

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Day and date

Each day is a date

As much as a struggle

Not to ravish you against the

Counter

To lap at you

As a wave laps against the shore

A crown of foam raised

Then swallowed back

But the world demands

My participation.

My attention

But you stand there

I breathe you in

Inhale you until you shiver

Then go about my day

But I carry you with me

Equally distraction

And inspiration

Until such time as high tide

Returns

Made uncivil by appetite

And pin down

This beast within me

A man, nothing more

But also everything

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a season

Signs of warmer weather ahead

A summer here

Not in episodes

But a season

found a rhythm

And composing music to add to it

Daily

The words come

But saved for larger ambitions

How can we be bored in a world

As magnificent as this

Sometimes I have moments of 

Self confidence

I tear up,

because there were points 

I fucking crawled through

Wire

I had left in place

But still

A season

glorious chance of sunshine

And still all of it made sweeter

By knowing what winter feels like

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Silence

I try

To say what hurts

But you tell me

What I meant

And it’s not

What I meant

So we sit

In the dark

And when you find our

Bodies

You pretend you did what

You could

Because if no one listens

Then we will find solutions

Which are permanent

To temporary problems

Solved if only

People

Fucking

Listened

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Slayer

Close

Like you’ve crossed

The threshold

And a wild animal

Wears my shape

Summoned through

Discipline

Appetite stoked

My nose to the nape of your neck

Inhale you until you shiver

I could reduce you to sobbing

Fury where all thoughts have fled

But

Not

Right

Now

The promise of you

Has me lean and bearing

All the world throws up

At

To

Me and yet you stand at my back

As I slay dragons

To steal their treasure

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