:: i like my roof. ::

:: Thursday, May 18, 2006 ::

on writing erotic poetry and walt whitman

i want to write
fuck
like walt whitman
but i can 't quite get my mind
tongue
around your cock
and i can't fit my pen
self
into your ass
so i sit outside and smoke my cigarettes
rub my impotence
and hope for a blinding epiphany of desire
to liberate my sex poem
and burn you
stain me
with the hot moist of your passion
pull your paper chest
to my lips dripping ink
from the sodden
sultry
sexual overflow
that can only inspire me
to write like
i fuck more
like walt whitman
:: 2:14 PM [+] ::
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