At the Crossroads

You took flight quietly.
Under the glassy veils,
I was still seeing sandy grits tucked

Between two clasped hands: uneven,
Yet seeking. Not a word or careful phrasings,
Just a crease beside my space.

An open sea quietly filled
With solitary windsong.
Sparrows, meeting only briefly, leaving at crossroads.

Saturday: Succulent Porn

Imma getting me one. The prickly green thang. The thug with spikes. The hard succulent schlong. The hot rod oozing with thick clear liquid.

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Well, well, well. If it isn't that green mind of yours. What were you thinking?

This?

11. Judgment Day (or Night)

Oh Your God

I survived! Or did I?

Dear God, does this mean I was left here for the big Armageddon?

I know James, last night, was tribulation enough. I'm still hurting. God, I need coffee to soothe the sting.

He was a sewing machine. Last night gave me a new definition for "eye of the needle."

I don't think I can wear tighties for a week! Lol.

From badingnakolboy