Sex is already weird to begin with as a man who stands by his prudence.What's weird is a human's need to mix fluids,Rather than diving deep!Into each other's mind while becoming fluent,In love languages most of us don't speak,Anymore… Weirdly enough,Romance is dead,In exchange for lust,Many buy into for a moment in bed,At the cost... Continue Reading →
The Escape Route – Freewrite #43
Poetry comes back into my life, full circle, every time I'm squared by trials and tribulations I so desperately need to conquer. Regardless of two shins bruised by a maddening search for peace and tranquility through a field of burning coal, I anticipate the relief I'll feel as soon as I take that first step... Continue Reading →