My Asian Brando

Not even Pythagoras Could discern the curvature Nor Da Vinci replicate The wonderful pink Of your moving lips As you speak words wasted Since my brain fantasizes About how you taste My nose inhaling Your primal musk And my tongue reaches Forward for the salt On your chin While I pray Your strong hands Search for mine To grasp in delight.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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