the bourgeois madman (breathing) 04032018
the bourgeois madman (breathing) 04032018 bide your time with dreams and flowers and things. come over, now, to sleep; devised by other means. the daylight finds me asleep in a catacomb. you know it is not safe now and revise the plan. the daylight drifts through to night, but her generous mouth moist on my […]
the drifting of the madman between a realities kiss 03072018
i never learned her name after our lips parted. i can remember this electric shock filled my body just before our lips collided; souls waved upon the shore. her scent devouring me, entering me from every conceivable pore. i was on fire. these breathtaking eyes kept looking in me. i could feel her soul touch […]
the carnal diary of the madman 02272018
taste the day and rejoice in how juicy i have made you! blinking by and by, the angels drift on in silence. we are a tight fit; satisfaction in the glowing dreams. again, by the grace of the taste of your lips i melt. i come to become delighted! the rhythmic beat shallows and swallows […]
sovereign of the madman (la dégustation de nova) 02232018
the secret in tasting a mouth is knowing when to enjoy the simple and when to breathe the complex… the ache for both is always so very real. my ache for persephone’s mouth is real (it is the want of curiosity and the lust of heaven), but her eyes… to drown in the blissful sea […]
fly away, fly away madman (la mort de l’ange) 02032018
when the lips of the angel burn and she can no longer get in and her moaning in the bed and moaning from each limb feels so much like a ruse to rouse either her or my sin… how do i cry for thee in captured dreams of my swim? i watched as she spun […]
the madman’s faible nouveau pont (refrain 8) mesmorized lust 02032018
on the phone i say i didnt say, but yet i was going… tripping (to be honest) across the river. (for now) i am over the bridge. i am on the other shore, but reached the other side as it were with little hiccups and dabbles of humor and haughty hubris; the return of the […]
sihpmem’s last wonder of the world (the broken madman) 01042018
selling out, there is no time for self esteem. make sure to take your sleepy pill tonight and be patient waiting for your slumber flight. i am way too late to be off smart. i will just leave your mask inside the box. so smile your cold anatomy (with teeth like stars) until you start […]
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