His love is for me,
His thick cock is for me.
His beautiful bursts of semen
and all his intense joy,
all this, my lover brings me.
When we are apart,
my sexual worship becomes digital.
God Bless iPhone technology!
Five hundred miles distant, I can see
my lover stroke his glorious erection,
enjoy him squeezing his balls,
as he moans and comes for me,
all this, my lover brings me.
And I save my best orgasms,
And I save my best joy,
And I save my cash,
And I save my ambitions,
And I save my best love,
to share with the man I love.
Do not imagine for one moment
he is the only man who comes for me.
Many boys shoot cream for me, lovely boys
in 40 nations. Google says I have
5793 followers in 40 nations.
Each boy jacking his happy cock,
gushing his cream, watching my videos.
Each boy uses his imagination.
And I am all for that!
These lovely boys, all 5793 of them,
need and deserve exquisite orgasms,
just as much as my own sweet lover.
And I am glad to help.
With all these facts in mind, I encourage
each one of my followers, and all the homosexual men
who have no need to follow me...
I encourage them all to find cheerful and willing,
conveniently located, generous and responsible
lovers, close to home, in their own towns.
Even for my most ardent and eager followers,
I am not, and never will be, their only option
for tenderness and joy. I help them through
the rough spots.
When the boys are too shy.
When local girls
are less than generous.
When the civilization we live in
has turned my lovely followers
into mind-eating zombies---
I bring them back.
I resurrect them, like Jesus.
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I am a witch and a member of Roscoe's sex cult. I suck his cock. And he jacks off for me, for the joy of it. Because that is what our bodies like to do. And I have no patience for people who view the world through the distorted, creepy lens of popular propaganda. That is exactly what most liberal Democrats do, and that is exactly what most conservative Republicans do. Both those groups are creepy political cults, more bizarre, and further away from observable reality than anything I will ever think up. And several star systems away from any reality I know. They invent versions of reality and push those narratives on everyone else. I have my version of reality. And I push it on no one. I live my life as I want to live my life. And I have no reason to tell other people what they should and should not do. I create magic and bring zombie slaves back from the dead. I help boys in 40 nations get-off as they watch my videos. In that way, I save their sanity, bring them back from the dead, like Jesus.