Rock Star

You’re my ex-boyfriend and you are in a band and your playing at a party I come to with my new boyfriend you see me and him walk I and start talking to people you can’t stop looking at me as you sing and play guitar…I look around hearing your v

In the Garden…

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I could feel the sun beat down on me, causing little beads of perspiration to dot my skin as I continued to work in my gar

coming together

As I lay in my bed I think to myself “I wonder what it would be like to have sex with him?” Then after a few moments of my imagination getting away with me slowly I drift into a deep sleep full of images of him and myself coming together for the firs

a night to remember

Paul sat at the bar, pissed off from a usually shitty week
at work. The bastards never appreciated all of the time
and effort that he put forth for them, he was expected to
act like a cyborg, accept orders and efficiently carry
them out,