A prude is what I want,Sort of.A woman who is not absorbed in thoughts,Darkened by a need to climax and froth,Over orgasms that won't last as long,As we can hold each other in the midst of a storm… I want to be engorged by her love,And,Need to hear my voice whenever she'd slip into a... Continue Reading →
A Banshee’s Cry – Day 65, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Noise…Noise!Noise I do not have a choice to tune out,Peevades my atmosphere as I grow more annoyed,Annoyed,And annoyed… If it's War they want,Then War I shall not shy away from!So what if they're fueled by the thought of my defeat?With a drive where God grabs hold of a wheel steered for me,Why would I ever... Continue Reading →