DRINKING IN THE EMPTY PLACES -

SHOOTING...

DANCING...

SHARING SPACES...

WANDERING OVER -

GLANCING NERVOUS...

WONDERING DO I DARE DESERVE THIS?

PRESSED AGAINST ME...

LIPS TO MINE...

HARD-ONS THROBBING...

SO DIVINE...

WHAT MAY HAPPEN...

VASTLY MYRIAD...

EXPLORED IN WHAT WAS OUR GRACE PERIOD.

HIS HANDS WERE HOT ON MY COLD CHEST...

OUR COCKS WERE URGENT IN UNREST...

HIS MOUTH WAS WARM WITH HUNGRY LUST...

SWALLOWED BY HIS UNEARNED TRUST.

BUT OUR MOMENT ENDED...

BEFORE IT WAS FINISHED...

PASSION CORRUPTED...

IN NO WAY DIMMINSHED...

AND FUTURE ENCOUNTERS

ARE ALWAYS A CHANCE...

THAT DANCE BITTERSWEET...

WHEN THE DEAD WILL RETREAT...

AND THOSE THAT WOULD LIVE WITH THEIR HUNGER ADVANCE.

THIS WAR OF THE SENSES...

THAT MAIMS OUR DEFENSES...

IS IT WORTH ALL THE BLOOD SHED THAT WE'VE SEEN BEFORE?

THE STRUGGLE OF WANTING...

THE FALLEN AND HAUNTING...

DID NOT DIE IN VAIN...FOR WE WILL WIN THIS WAR!

-FOR KRISTOPHER GREGORY BELLEPERCHE-

WHO MADE ME REMEMBER WITHOUT

SAYING A SINGLE WORD.