sadden refrain I've done it againacting more like a goat then a sheepit's not my fault I get confused at the true nature of Godone point of contention is why were these secrets of heaven so damningthe fallen angels...

      Half a brain on morning swill,purging shine 'til ticking clock-angry stave at fateful dawnnights that wrench in nerve & bile... piecework prize of chill & sigh damn a soul with dusky brush,stinging blaze a jackleg grace-rack-rent sty on warbling minddays of...

She lies therenaked, still,silentlegs parted like memory.Breasts fall sideways,eyes sealed,skin pale,blotched,creped,the blush long gone.We played this game often when skins were warmNowher skin is cold,I touch the silence.my Siren sleepsour long desirebreathes its last.ThenA thought enters my mindtravels down...

MUD WRESTLINGA $10 rave had a wet t-shirt contestand topless mudpit wrestling. $50and $100 prizes. Massive triple-D boobs easily won for wet t-shirt. Only four entered for mud play.I had a one in four chance. Ruleswere that you couldn't...

AFLAME It's 3am. The flames dance.Hot memories flash.I embrace them.I am not afraid.For they give me comfort.My heart is on fire! A burning lust. I will melt for the right person.