Seduction.The art of a Harlot,Whether or not heir weary palms are forced for production,Of a dollar withholding debt,Owed to women and men,Hoping to suffice in other ways besides an hour in bed just,To live a quiescent life where no smiles are had…Where love dies in the hands,Of a soul who's already dead inside… My prudence... Continue Reading →
Arcadez – Day 35, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Lust.What's it any good for when it all just leads to a,Bust?Heart's crushed as two course along the same lane intertwining in ways where,Bodies conjoin,But,Minds end up minced into mush.Not a single thought needs to be involved,Just,A single touch that'll make your skin crawl,From,Realizing how much of a con it all becomes… She was so,He... Continue Reading →