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Second Looks Take Too Long

I wandered naked in my dream, through a thick fog that felt like a blanket against my flesh."Kaylen! Kaylen! Where are you? I have to see you again!" And since this was a dream, I saw him coming through the fog, and he was naked too. I started crying: he took me in his arms. "O Kaylen, I thought I'd never see you again," I sobbed. "Don't worry. I'm here now," he said as he rubbed his cock against mine. "Not a word now. Let your mind flow." And like a raging torrent, my mind surged forwards. Our cocks were hard now, and we kept rubbing, and I imagined him on top of me, ramming his cock up my ass. "O Kaylen!" I shouted. "Shhhhh..." and he put a finger to my lips, as we kept rubbing our cocks together.

Love At First Sight

His name is Kaylen, and I think I love him. He held the door for me as I went into the library. I entered the outer door with the automatic door and he thought it was funny when I said 'Hocus pocus, alakazam' as I pressed the button. He held the inner door for me and I thought since it was open I might as well go in that way. Then we shook hands and he told me loved my spirit. He continued through the lobby and I went into the library, and I knew right then that I WAS IN LOVE. He was 30 years younger than me but he was in shape and had such a nice smile. I will dream of seeing him again, and pray he feels the same about me. I wish I had gotten his phone number. I didn't expect to fall in love today. My cock is hard as I write that but I LOVE HIM. I WANT HIM SO BAD!!! O Kaylen I'll be yours/ just say the word/ and I'll get on my knees/ so that you will be pleased... If anybody reads this, yes yes yes that means I want his penis in my mouth, please Kaylen put y...

Infestational

They're in my mind!/ Infinitesimal ancestors/ dancing in the lane/ that's leading to the grave/// Do I need to explain the terrot?/ Do I have to relive the pain/// To amuse God, I will scream/ I can set it to a beat/ that could make a robot love/ and forgive us all our sins./// These words seem strange to me/ thoughts from a life that had never/ felt the cold winds of history/ that put them in my mind.///

love in lower case just in case

I homosexualized Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody #2, inserting lyrics about a cock i have to see and touch and taste and feel go up my ass; o fuck me Franz fuck me now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ooooooooooooooooh kind of overdid the exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's cuz I love thinking about penis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ain't nothing than a penis that I touch gently and then lick softly and put my lips around and SUCK SUCK SUCK so off with my pants I see a man who will FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MANY DAYS SINCE I WROTE ANYTHING AND NOW THT I DO PENIS IS THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOH I'M HOMOSEXUALIZING VON SUPPE AS A POET A...

Purring Lion

The lion entered on soft feet/ sneaking in to our surprise./ We had expected a mighty roar/ and moonlight's glint on his claws./// These days belong to the God of War/ but he can't harm you as much/ as you can hurt yourselves.../ so said the lion in Velvet tones.////

Words Often Heard

Nothing to say today but I say it anyway. S/ill doing time for my crimes but no reason needed for the rhymes. Just a scream to end the dream but is it ever how it seems? No one to kiss and share the bliss of my abysmal ignorance. Hey Lord what do ya say? I am waiting to hear from you today. Nothing? Tha/'s so deep. Makes me glad to awaken from my sleep.

Xmasprescencepestilence

It's time I write a novel. Of course it will deal with great great moral dilemmas which have troubled humanity since the invention of agriculture, as well as being full of action and romance. The introduction will be by Allah J. Yahweh Himself, which definitely a good beginning. All conventions of genre will be rigidly followed until it cracks open and spills into the cultural zeitgeist like the great Molasses Spill back in Boston about 108 years ago, and feathers strewn about so all Who Read It Shall Have Wings! I aim for something like Ulysses with real blooshed, looser plotting and a bigger role for the cat. This is my Christmas present to myself and the world. That's bound to make all of society lament my pitiable fate.