Poetry.

In a little day dream that a submissive girl has while high, she dreams up of a shy girl gets high with her father and sister. They plan this so that she would be able to write about something later on. A couple of friends of the family come by and smokes them out some more. The younger daughter gets high as fuck that her body falls asleep, but her mind would not shut off. She was able to hear everything and process everything, but she could not fall asleep. The father knew his daughter’s weakness, though she would not admit it to herself. From time to time, the friends would take off for a short while of time and the father would start messing with his daughter. She knows it is all wrong, but she wants it so bad.

I have always given you the best of me.

Reflections of a life lived solely for pleasure.

These are some poems I collected that I have wrote over the past year. Most of them are referring to relationships that affected me one way or another.

Things are best when we are together.

There isn’t much we can do
With spaces restricted…..

A son is caught cross dressing in his mother’s clothing so for blackmail, his mother has him have sex with her. This story is in both points of view.

Poem.

Because the destructive short run oftentimes feels "better"