check please

death is a bus ride down the lost highway to the last diner in the bad part of town all you want is a slice of pie but the waitress just pours old coffee while the fry cook scratches himself with the spatula now you’re left with the option of paying the bill for a […]

a flower or a clock

it seems like a cliche to say she spread herself for me like a flower in bloom that i circled her blossom like a bee in need of pollen but as i gently explored every inch of her with tongue teeth and fingers i was far too busy to think of metaphors her moans of […]