Honey or tar. CR

I undressed you with my eyes i have
Maybe even raped you
In a dark and eerie corner of my mind
I tucked you there
And touched you in a dream last night
Pushed you aside when you entered
My thoughts at the wrong time
I have sat up upon your lap and
Saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes
I rode you on a chair and in the shower
And all the while i clung heavy to your back
My desire deeply harnessed in your spine
I'm riding recklessly though a thick and humid
Jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal
Yearning that stirs
Deeply pulsing up toward the surface
Like sap rising or honey or tar

...

They say that stolen water tastes sweet
but more like rotten milk and rancid meat to me.


If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?

23

"23 years gone with the stroke of a pen, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to love or be loved again."

Moreno.

No creo que ya nadie pueda salvar lo que yo he dejado acá tirado por tanta curva que a mí me ha dado por esquivar.
No creo que la culpa se vaya lejos si no hago espacio pa' que el presente se haga ancho y no tenga nada con que chocar.