Poem 1 ± November 1, 2016

Francisco-Luis White Consors, W. 201 Street I. Thieves-thick, they were feeling like maybe one more rum coke away from ready for it or never. Thick lips met. Nights like these usually ended before they unzipped denim revealing guarded sweetness, unbridling nature then. Thighs thick, never once intently explored or parted wide by lovers prior. Suddenly his … [Read more…]