I felt that to the bone.

It must have been something to behold. Nice piece, Thomas.

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent storytelling my friend, I really dig the layers in your work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Stirring stuff, Thomas! I felt I was there with you, with her, with her ass – knowing how tremendously realistic your delicious poetic fantasies tend to become mid-verse… it’s probably just as well that I wasn’t! Harriet-Jacqui xx

So great Thomas. Nice work!

The flesh offers as many charms as does the bottle, Thomas, and pulls us through desperate times like nothing else: a respite and a jail, both with sweet, slick memories that can sustain as well as strangle life. Well written and remembered.

Thanks, my friemd.

I live how you brilliantly rounded this out – starting with the ass, and finishing with the ass. The darker, harsher, more gritty memories walking between the reminiscence of that ass. It teases with questions but in the kind of way that stirs the mind rather than leaving dissatisfied. Always that ass…

lol Thanks

This poem made me imagine a wandering lycan. Nice write! “)

Listen to the YouTube page after I read it. Very ominous. I like it.

Thanks for reading and listening.
Regards James

This hits like a nightmare you can’t wake up from — stark, elemental, unforgiving.
Wolves, sea, bone, oubliette… nothing sentimental here, just extinction rendered clean and cold.