...tell meis this something you'd like to feel again?.......how I'd crush... inside of you? ....deep fuck the ideaslanguishing...inside of your mind...stroke your sexy madness with our ancient love language?... make your body collapse...relapse...hard....as your pussy snaps back into...a familiar reality? ...olde and deep...

I am afraid it remains the truth,ever since my fraught youth,that I am an agent of the night,a provocateur of the sacred write. Sitting here with quill in hand,on a lifelong quest to understand,the rhythm within every rhyme,within lines thinner...

It is still all that defines...all of these still uncrossed lines,boundaries I have not yet crossedin a life of die as of yet untossed. Having traveled the whole world,while keeping myself unfurled,I remain such a bundled mystery,with so much you...