I am precisely what you said I was
Undeniable wanting little toy
Use me
Break me
I long to only please
Flashing memories
Tangled bodies
Broken limbs
Broken limbs
Broken limbs
Slam my face into the wall
Straighten my back
A man always looks more confident when he is erect
My mind is throbbing pulsating
Flashing
Powdered Concrete crumples against my hips
Your saliva on my skin
Burning crumbling forest fire
Vulnerable little boy
Used little toy
Slut slut slut slut
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
