The Pastors wife.

Erotica

I've met a sailor once in my life.

God bless The Child.

Then he's gonna call me a coward,Jesus

If,I don't.

Shut up and Dance, you.

He said.

Gay Angels.

Gays kill themselves, I Know - why?

They are forsaken.

2006 - 2014

No one was there No one cared No one inquired No one sought out No one is there still No one cares still No one inquires still AND... No one cares even today No one not one says, HOW ARE YOU?

He looked at him and loved him.

In that moment we loved each other I pressed him against me,savouring Amazed to relish Then he came and all of the suddden I lacked We've never seen each other since. But! For that moment of ... We loved.

What happened in that CHURCH?

Future Celebrities.

Pure substance.

She lost all nerve
She forgot restraint

She saught and found
She opened the door and was welcomed
She laid her efforts bare

At the end of the day she had nothing to lose

She was welcomed celebrated and pleased.

The Open doors of Shame.

The question of Androgyny.

I had to give that emotion.

Its tongues descending and tails waging.

Its begging to be done.

Its revolutions culminating and boiling point marches

Its seizing and indoctorable

It was an emotion had to give.

Its the moment to which all answer to.

Its an emotion had to give.

The ... of  my androgyny.

M. Res

She put a burden on me
Making me carry a milestone
She sets the origination at my gate
She puts all the indescretion at my lap
She puts all the work of fireworks at my ignite
She puts all the specials and species in my take away bag
I did the deed idid the acts idid the shenanegans that originate in his mind



Basically im his private and all its findings.

I was 17.


I'm The Toilet humour.

Confidentiality: A Love belonging to strangers.

I set the clock to the time i have you in mind
I seem to forget what it was that meant to happen
Confidentiality or something lke it
I seized or set  the gaze we share and drive to you the emotion I presume.
Can never take back the mate fiends or just fiends of our kinetics.

I love the stranger you are when we share confidentiality

Its a love belonging to strangers.

Bold Love.

The Freedom We Know.

GLBT.

Freedom!!!

Where is your mother?

Psychiatric

I FINK YOU FREAKY

He put it inbetwixt thighs.

THE POWER OF 1.

So

Gatecrashed a wedding
Gatecrashed Church
Gatecrashed residential homes X3
Gatecrashed yeah well where haven't i?
Man's dorm room

Let's just STOP. Nonetheless...


THE POWER OF 1.

They are so ready.

Sparks

A touch suffices.

I wanna look IMPOSSIBLE when you see me. Should you ever see me again.

He hid the truth, Turned his back to shun the frontal confront.

They know.

My sisters voice is like the wind.

St. Tropez

St. Barths

Islands Remotes Far or unreached

Reminds me The Beach with Leonardo DiCaprio and Tilda.

She's deaf you see mute even  so i hear winds with her sirens.

Spiritists.

Sodomy.

I smelled the sacrificial offering upon which the scent aroma is a beautiful thing.

It costs.

I saw that beautiful Land of...

I said "I love you" to Pakistan.

I made it a dream.

In the rurality or rural town rather of Africa amidst the brushels covering the "city" performed or made rather act of pleasure. Synonymous with West L.A or something like it

As write this long for Jerry O'Connell

I Ushered Him.

Pure Oblivion, yeah no it was great.

I assumed him into my depths.

We never forget the women
She keeps us dreaming
For her I push myself harder

-John Galliano.

He crowned me.

I wish I was HER.

You navigate me.

For a second there I felt a need to be...

Rescued.

A "Love You" to a stranger.

We needed each other
For some reason I came or knew myself to you
We needed each other
Lost in te wonder of un-focused or erred gaze
I saw a past knew could create
We needed each other
I knew you as a stranger, i loved you
And told you so
I needed you You grappled with me
I needed you You sought my mirage

I love you and told you and for a second
We knew each other

I never could have let you go


Strangers love.

There's a lost speed.

The racism in Africa is alive, more alive than Alaska Thunderfuck on RuPauls Drag Race. Jesus Christ!

Its everything I hate.

The Church The People there The doctrine The so called Sherpards feel like klling myself. I did it all so right, now trapped by all the wrongness of being there. As a gay man As a Spiritist as a creature or ... its all hate.

M. Grant, Thank You for Jesus.

Everything I hate I found it at the very place I was told to go to.

Every person every (I'm not even gonna write it)

I regret ever going to meet with Christian people.

Why is everything so wrong

I can't see a way out
Its all so closed in
Its captivity.
I can never seem to be
I am within myself without
I am not coping

You do everything right and you welcome everything wrong.
Its where you suppose to be ending up where you should have never been

I HATE THE CHURCH.