Chronology may not be respectedBut please, respect the chronologyIt starts with a memorythat I smoked her lips in nostalgic circles of fumeAnd I X-marked her eyesAnd here I am, learning by hearther smiles, and sways, and soundsCrashing against a...

You can see it within my eyesthis molten Scorpionic surprisethis stinger sharp and hiddenpromising pleasures so forbidden Just a little slap and tickleto make my dew then tricklemake nipples bud then showtake you where you want to go For I do...

I love to live here on the edgeperched high upon this ledgebetween then and now...between when and how Living out these poetic dayshiding quietly in this hazewith dipped pen in handready to make my last stand For I do so love...