Updated: Jun 25, 2020
I often fancy myself to be Laelaps. But sometimes I yearn to feel the ambitiousness of one's jaws and warm saliva pressed impatiently against my skin. After a commendable chase, I would rest in the foliage of the other's limbs and indulge in my captivity.
Our correspondence are momentary constructs in time like a lego set with an inevitable d e m i s...
When you were laying in bed waiting for me, I was too caught up in my own morass to walk towards you. The veils of ego were too heavy for...
The "I" walks into a bar. And enounters a priest. The priest delivers an abbreviated version of last Sunday's sermon: "Chastity is the...
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