We are cursed—even to touch, even to feelthe warmth of one anotherseems forbidden to this world. They think we are fragile,that pain can break uslike brittle bones—yet we are only soft,never cruel,living without harming a soul. He sees me in poetry,writes...

     “Women migrate to my sex like antelopeTo bob on my dick now the back of their throat has no hope,     “Then its jungle warfare in the pussy like VietnamAs she love me long time like a...

I know no other way the weight of his absence presses aching...waiting... begging for his return as nights close in shadow draping me in yearning the remembrance nearly blistering moments of fierce and desperate thundering of twin beats throb piercing me and I cannot...will not...forget saturation a constant as darkness falls summoning...