“Pain and sex is her immorality that is displayed by an evil grinThat demon dance across her realm like an irritated wind,      “Multitudes beyond measure wander like lost sheepOverstimulated with pain or pleasure until becoming immune to...

...unquenchable insomnia, giving in to my obsessionof sweet Vermouth, between security and debaucherymy cunt chapped from torment and mercy as the winds howl like an Evinrudeand my hips begging for salvationwhile your semen drips down my thighsupsetting the rimming...

      “While her husband sleeps she is dreaming about my sex at nightSecretly fingering her pussy in anticipation while on her pillow she bite,      “Her husband might slide some dick-a sorry physical version of his loveNow she’s...

Mother Superior, Sister Annachelle's fingers trembled against the rosary beads as she knelt in the confessional, though not from piety. Shoving the devil's horn, anatomically correct dildo, in her freshy mown cunt. Outside, the cicadas screamed their endless refrain,...

In my American southern Gothic portmanteau, i am uninhibited, when it comes to the opposite sex. Not surviving on pornography alone. Listening to voices in my head. My ink becoming my mind's apothecary, fantasizing debauchery with ex my mother-in-law,...

I am your Guru...you a whore, arching,your mouth my cock's bed as my tongue takes laps between your thighs,dancing on your labia of bitter cyanidea requiem, prayer of ecstacydrawing blood, because...death never felt so goodclawing at my back