In the festive spirit of the day (either Valentine's Day, or Steak-and-A-Blowjob Day, depending on how strictly you interpret the time), here's a poem I wrote a while ago.

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Powder spread
On powder-white skin,
Lace and satin,
Skirts and lipstick -
And yes,
She knows it's all for him,
But it doesn't make a difference.

No; it never makes a difference.

"Let Down ( Read more... )

I don't remember if this was last night or the night before that (a statement which is proof that I've had an excellent couple of nights ;) ), but I've finally come up with a new installment for my "Men of the Cloth" gay porn series ( Read more... )

There is a breeze ( Read more... )

The moment drops ( Read more... )

It's an emo kitty!!!


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She gazed at him, longing evident in her eyes. But he looked away, not seeing her want, and not seeing the tears that followed after. Time seemed to slow when he was near, but the pain she felt only increased as her heart beat faster, seemingly trying to rip itself out of her chest to be closer to him ( Read more... )