Fuckin’ Poetry
"I sing - out of tune - the body erotic"
On the first day of the week I dated NatShe recited Sylvia Plath and said I'm hot as hellI told her fucking is a form of art, At which I truly do excelBut though I let her feel me upAll...
"I sing - out of tune - the body erotic"
On the first day of the week I dated NatShe recited Sylvia Plath and said I'm hot as hellI told her fucking is a form of art, At which I truly do excelBut though I let her feel me upAll...
"Womaniser gets a shock"
Jake’s latest conquest lay naked beside him. He’d entered her twice, but she had shown little enthusiasm. Big disappointment, after her succulently promising look at the bar. He’d ensured she wasn’t ‘on the game’. He’d never pay.Women fell for his...
I am a romantic, a silly crazy romantic. Love is something that is not tangible, not replaceable, not conditional, not faltering, not perfect, not sacrificial, blind. Romance, however is conditional, faltering, replaceable, sacrifice, perfect. I am a princess. I am...