aye brotherfucker how goes it toiling in the world?sent from the heavens no fuckery heremy thoughts collide with you and I find myself missing you againbetwixt two worlds my mind seeks you out in the material voidsinging I want...

The seat numbers put them together 11C and 11D, the bus itself had decided before either of them had a say. She checked her seat, while he was already sat on his. They sat next to each other, initially...

your halleluja's fell on my ears as psalmsbeautiful understanding in a vowyour honesty belongs to mein sacred silence you keep yourself waiting for mechaste of heart and soulsipping the awakened waterspure and undisturbedeasing you into prayer where you commingle...

in the nighttime gloaming groaning in the sweltry eveseeking a suitor of a like mindto bring my temperture downwith the sweet breeze of a caresssultry midnight says I must atonemy stoic man is beside himselflusting my touchhe is desirous...