His name was Totsi And he had wet pants, pursed, chapped, woodwind-player lips; a double-jointed elbow, and so much pubic hair, that it peeked out the top of his diapers that he wore under his underwear. ___ His name was Totsi. He liked blowing up balloons and shoving them under his shirt to pretend he had tits. ___ He always came when I used train words while riding his dick. It’s how I earned the title ‘Conductor’. And...

Swaddle my sentience with your swears. Hissed out in smoke and sadism. Stabbing my soft spots, Summoning, seducing screams To crawl out my throat, Up a ladder of choked sobs And whimpers. ___ Rung after rung of victimized despair, Your hand, winds itself, beneath My veil and into my hair. Forcing me to my knees. Your sex in my face. “Open that hole,” you command. ___ Your sticky sex oozes apart Like a wound, Bleeding, the...

Come over to me. Come, my lover, come. Come over to me, and wrap your soul around mine for a while. I just want to make you smile from the inside out, while the world makes you pout. ___ Come, my lover, come. Come over to me. It's your heart I long to see, sprawled all naked and vulnerable upon your face. ___ Come my lover come. Let's leave this place and have a race against the dawn, while the pleasure yawns our bodies i...