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• Cigars

  July 11, 2024

  The sunsets in Cuba smell of cigars and ice cold Cuba Libre. Road dust and oil. Not gasoline but diesel. Like we could start a revolution or whisper to each other in someone’s backyard. The heat slick on our backs.  The buildings look like they burn brightly in the fading light. Our cigar smoke t...

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• If I could turn back time and pee in the ocean for a wee bit.

  July 2, 2024

  Here is anger on the wind. Nostrils flare, clouds darken. They say she was an angel, come down to sit, just sit for a spell and let time pass. Where she comes from there is none. Time that is. She has affectation to fruit wine and is completely smitten with me. We went down in…

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• Swallow this truth.

  June 21, 2024

  “Honey, oh my goodness look.” She says as she put her sandals back on, one leg raised and then the other, barely glimpsing her calves as the Alta Velocidad Espanola Train pull into the station, her finger pointing, tapping on the window, red laquered nails, taper off like she knows a piano. Like ...

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• It’s not what you think…ok maybe it is.

  May 24, 2024

  She is that diva, clicks the lighter closed quickly, she doesn’t even smoke. What. The. Fuck.  My darling albatross, why are you so sad? …and she flutters to the ground so many summers come and gone, for love of her and gone are liquid delights of sights and sounds and we wither and we wither…but...

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• Just a short thing.

  May 18, 2024

  Morry is the type of women that can win a fight by choosing the right dress. She deserves way better than me and I know this in my heart. But my love is pure and untainted. It’s real. Thats what I can offer. Thats about it really. If I could take back every argument and…

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• And then we just flew.

  May 15, 2024

  When I say I love the look Of my cock in her mouth…. What I mean to say is that she is my Rembrandt, my dark oil painting and dark eyes, lovely pale, and freckled skin, soft, so soft, like the silkiness of the lotions she spreads across her skin, kneads.  It has a slight taste…

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• She was a Hadron Collider, and I was a hyperactive Tardigrade.

  April 26, 2024

  She was like a loon call at dusk. Scary and forlorn but seductive as a cicadas droning in the darkening twilight. She was like a 1950’s mom with cookies and an ice cold glass of whole milk, but then you notice she’s naked under the apron and is sporting a jeweled buttplug in her ass,…

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• I am happily buried in this love.

  April 3, 2024

  She pushes the earring through her ear and looks at herself in the mirror. She touches up her makeup, fusses with her hair. As she slips on her dress, she lets it slide down her body. She wiggles the last few inches down the cheeks of her ass. A night out was exactly what we…

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• Lilliputians.

  March 20, 2024

  I feel her like I feel a hair band rock ballad. Ocean waves behind me. Chains and strings adorn my bare hairy chest. Like I feel armor being placed on my shoulders, and my sword, and bow. I feel her like my favorite dragon. My most articulate familiar. This is just a few seconds really.…

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