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LOVE
A flame in my heart is burning through my chest and my stomach churns from the butterflies fluttering within. The dark smut that was in my sights has been wiped and my mind is clean, precise and pristine. I’m in love with life. I’m in love with myself and most importantly i’m starting to love…
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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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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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Not Enough Time
We met at ‘hatchi” for fun and karaoke, then created a bond after feasting Japanese curry. You laugh and fidget with your cigarette, at the illicit words that spew out my face-spigot. I’m sipping coffee and staring at you wondering, “Where the hell have Y O U been!?” Mesmerizingly long legs with hips that sway,…
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Lusting Lust
Your hands placed on my chest,all 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. Because our past stories are wiped clean,like your internet search history.A clean slate, to make new memories without debate.Only holding on to what makes us shiver and quake,I see…
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