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Backseat ABG
Gripping thighs, bent over grinding, embracing bodies and hearts pounding. Eyes trace your face, tongues dance with a mouthful embrace and blissful kisses surrogate what heart’s wish to communicate. Call n response without speaking, our fellacious conversation has my mental peaking and erect at attention. Because through motion our souls are sensationally connected. Biting lips…
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Work
There’s a limit to how “close” friends from work should be. They’re people who keep one sane during the dread of long working days. Folks who share memes, joke in-between meetings and complain about the superior bureaucracy. I keep things professional, maintain my distance and act amicable. I decline post work drinks and when the…
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Performing “Family Bonding” & “Knowledge of Self”
Being thankful at the @_Poets_Underground thanksgiving bonanza
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Performing “Crossing the Pond/European Holiday” & “2.3 Million Rupiahs”
Performing some of my joints regarding my recent travels to Europe and Indonesia. Started clean, ended dirty.
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Kreteks After Sex
I order my taksi and step out the hotel doors to explore the galore of Indonesian folklore and beauty. The air is impregnated by the smoke of crackling clove scented cigarettes; they’re called kreteks, everyone and their mother smokes them. Through the cackling crowds of football hooligans I see my Blue Bird’s chauffer approaching, waving…
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Performing “GAME” @TroyBar in London, England
I got a chance to perform one of my joints while abroad in the UK. It was tremendously extravagant to have been accompanied by my two good mates. This poetry over music thing is starting to grow on me…
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European Holiday
Crossing the pond and feeling fond of what awaits, I’m smiling stepping through the immigration gates. Mind blown and pondering of the enticing unknown that’s wandering through these European burrows, I’m thorough in exchanging dollars to euros. Trying not to assume of what I might consume while my imagination glitches and tongue twitches thinking of…
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Crossing the Pond
It’s about 0300pm and im strapped in. I’m comfortable and leaning back, with magic edibles stashed in my sack. Instrumentals snap my synapse and hysterically arrange my vocabulary. I’m soaring through the skies, while dosed out of my mind. Testing to see, if i can get higher than astronaut pussy. A stewardess’ stare, reflecting on my…
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Lusting Lust – Duet (ft. T. Lee)
(OliviousMaximus)Your hands placed on my chestall digits spread across breasts.Feel my heartbeat skip at the sensation,of your finger’s grip causing palpitations.The emancipation proclamation,of an emotional connection. (T. Lee)*(says connection at the same time)* connectionis all we really want to avoidwhenever we remember how this usually plays out Your friends won’t like meand the ones that do like me a…
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Caves – Duet (ft. T. Lee)
(T. Lee)When I leave,will you even feel a void.When you leave,there will be cavescarved out of people.They’ll sing and dancein these cavesto try and fillall the hollowyou took with you. (OliviousMaximus)Time flies andyou’re still sequestered in my mind.Trapped and flusteredbecause i hold you dear,though you’re nowhere near.I fear that you’ve forgottenabout those past years,when your…
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