sex – Liferaft in the Abyss

03.31.2024

Business as usual for myself isn’t prosperous – it’s survival. It shouldn’t be this way. I often thought that if I can get rid of some habits and focus more on my prosperity I would be happier. And I have conflicting needs that’s not helping at all. So, what can prone away to get toContinue reading “03.31.2024”

What are you?

Are you a toaster? A painting? Or are you what You create? I’m someone perfecting myself as a sexual being. I am a bearer of orgasm And ecstacy. This is my way.

Don’t look back….

Soulmates, allies or enemies: They all look alike under the skin And carry no visible weapons. Don’t like being unevenly yoked, I pull myself. The attraction is real, but I pretend they are not there. I’ve been here before and I don’t want to play anymore. All I want is the exit door.

….try, try again.

Of course…. Can you anyone Win against mother nature? Just when you righted yer’ rudder, A freakish wave cums through, Doing what you’ve Done: Ride along. Ah, well…. If you don’t succeed….

12.21.2022

I’ve found that living without sex will not kill me. Wow, that’s new. What else can I do?

Where’s the OFF switch?

A procreativeforceit makes babies,but there’sno babies. Sacred fun.Recreational bliss. And yet I’m lonely.

I was raised in a Cage, a poem

The walls were most bare during the rare prey seasons and leaves long disintegrated. Outside my Cage, the world was false and gilded. I’m free now, but there Is no one to mate With because I’m too rare: Bisexual, non-Abrahamian, Spiritually sexual Black guy…. Seeks sexually needy Sex dreamer and Wiccan, either sex can apply….Continue reading “I was raised in a Cage, a poem”

Two faced hooker….

….price for my Sex is my love and life long to you…. to desire you always…. I wonder if the thoughts I have sometimes are trully my thoughts The more sex I have, The greater I am. Fuck no! I don’t wanna birth a baby! Born into dogma and poverty…. I want be a trophyContinue reading “Two faced hooker….”

Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem

I put on a collar one time. Wanted to get that feel.But then I’m nota real dog. I hate to beg,I prefer steak,not doggy food. And I want to havenon doggy feelingslike Eros andwhy magichappens. Naw,I’ve seen how Masterstreat their doggies. From having to poop inpublic to being chained,beaten justbecause youhump? And some Mastersare unbelievablycruel,Continue reading “Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem”

What is a Satyr to do?

I came here forA vacation: Best sex denIn the Milky! But when I leave,I will rip the hostel managera new hole,And rim him until he screams! The people are real,And orgasms inall the right places,but do so withguilt and stigma. With little spiritor soul. Goddess! I hate this place….….because I pressedthe emergency release doors…. (Shi!t!IContinue reading “What is a Satyr to do?”