THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once fresh, […]

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CRABBY

  4am and Sleep is stolen By the screeches Of the brown booted Bleached haired brigade Hovering and whoring Around the belches Of beer-can-boys Who’ll take them And fill them With the full force Of all the nothingness Their noise once covered While I plead and pray For the sweet return Of soulful sleep To […]

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