She was a cutieYoung, hot and had an extraordinary appetite for sexShe knew her way around my body and knew what I enjoyedThere was just one problem...She had a disgusting habit of frequently and repeatedly gnawing on her skinMost...

Last night I met up with my soul on a cold dark roadFed up of me many many years agoAny idea what it is to be dead like me?Do you think you'd be able to feel warmth & love...

I love how there is much to choosewhen it then comes time to infuselet the ink seep in ever deepshare these secrets that I keep Pen a little poem in the nightin the hope that it turns out rightthat my...

August 11, 1788               Mon Cher D.               I love it when you buy me clothing. Fashions for me to wear, meant for you to then take off me....

Chinatown Blues Teatime in Chinatown  Where the old men play MahjongWhile reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodlesWhose Tao is a Macau séanceFor spirits of ancestorsLike the memory of an opium den  In a dream for a wizened apothecaryBearded in ashen...