There once was a paper and pen. Let’s start this from the beginning. And not the end. There once was a thought in my head. Not fully formed. Just an idea that bled. It grew into this thing. It had no real shape Just twists and turns Multiple...

Choking on words fighting to get out, Breathing in the weight of anger in constricted lungs, Trembling lips parted and teeth clenched wanting to shout, Arms tired from carrying what seems like tons. They don’t listen when I speak, So, I lost my voice. They...

I don't want it sweet.like those songs that we hear.I don't want it sloppy.That is not why I am here.I want to fuck you.Hard and fast.I want you so deep.till I can't last.I'm already wet.No time to delay.Take it...