Category: the Mathematics of Attractive Savages

  • COME. DROP.

    In my imaginationYour kisses are a mist And I want usIn a cottageUpon that cloudOf wishes Our love floatslike in liquid The best dreamsLike your lipsare a little wet

  • SLIPPERY WHEN WET

    did you fallIn love againlast night?

  • THE LESS YOU SAY THE MORE I SIGH

    You dont have to say anythingBecause I didnt have to say anything Its not your fault i fall for your lack of faults You can take your timeAnd i will take the blame

  • every person with a pussy is my puppet

    i tickle you from anywhere i get you wet from anywhere i take your breath from anywhere i make you laugh from anyware i draw your tears from anywhere i slip you kisses from anywhere you feel my love everywhere poetry is a power pray i use it practically

  • Peep

    your precision and perfection are so pure that your prettiness perplexes me I promise in all of my power to serve you you are the embodiment of beauty my love nature as a person true symetrie lies in your sly and subtle smile your precise ratios leave me irrational

  • She (De)serves a Fresh Cut

    Do you mean to meet me?to be mean to me?or to be meat to me?or to take me to meet my maker? We both must feedeat with teeth that which bleeds It’s a need Is this magnificently mischeviousmarvelously malevolentto inquire? Your beauty isas shocking a reliefas fresh bloody fleshto the starving I hunger to gorge…

  • In To Me See

    the intimacy of poetryis deeper than dick in pussy the intimacy of poetryis more mental than mindful meditation the intimacy of poetryis more exhausting than exercise more exasperating than existential argumentsmore exhilaratingand excruciatingthan ecclesiastic exorcism the intimacy of poetry is closerthan immediate physical proximity the intimacy of poetrycloses the gap between himand the gap within…

  • Leper Loepard

    there is a zombie tigerwith maggot eyesbehind your breastin your chest he is a great beastcovered in putrid pussleaving a trail of slime behind he is a dead killerlumbering in your hearthe is a hunterhe is a fearhe is orange and black and brownand yellow and white and squirmingand oozing and decomposingwith fur falling offexposing…

  • More Intimate(,) Then Orgasm

    come, be my friend.

  • I Throw Myself on the Mercy of the Court

    your style is a vile pile of denial i’m on trialto get inside you. for a while