fraudulent lifestyle
my symbols of value
become values of symbol
inherent vice
the words of me
as woman
painted bird
roaming animal
child
there has been
a suspension of wisdom
my literature has gone fugitive
as my sex seeks its desire
Tales From Between the Stacks
Hey there – hope you’re doing well. In one of my rare moments when I’m able to deal with the raw sexuality of your blog with dissolved in frustrated jealously – oh to have so many options and people to play with! I’m currently enjoying a frothy mess of hormones, too turned on to concentrate on anything, but unwilling to relieve the pressure. The state of mind that dreams up dirtier and dirtier fantasies…
Anyway, love the blog – and the photo – so artistic, but still so sexual. And I love the sound of a wet, horny pussy, squelching and slipping… very hot
“Gone fugitive” I miss being in this space but I never miss a post. Happy belated new year. E.
That’s such a hot pic! There’s such a dearth of uncut cock in erotic imagery (non-existent in mainstream porn), and being an “intact” guy myself it’s always a nice surprise to when I come across an image of a foreskin-loving woman.
Nice poem – I hope your literature isn’t on the lam for too long.
o.m.g.
so. hot.
my wonderful beautiful david is uncut… and while i don’t think that i pose quite as sensually, i do believe he enjoys what i do while i’m there.
~a
This poem describes my entire life. My heart is broken and pulsing at the same time. Marvelous.