For Dicks - M. R. Wallis
There are so many people with their dicks out on the net I don’t want to watch a man wank off on Chatroulette or see you sell your wares on interweb gaylairs, cock out arse up, backwards lean, angles gleam’d to make you look good. No, thanks, I will not ‘post my cock pix pls’. At least in a way there’s dignity in porn you see for some might say at least they’re doing it for money— not a...
The Gentleman with Pine Coloured Hands - M. R....
You know you must be a writer when the first thing you think of when you read...– Me
You came into my life, not a walk a stagger a flomp-on-a-couch with, but a bang a crash a stone-through-a-web, you arrived - an’handsome: shot the hinges off the vault to my heart. - M. R. Wallis To that which you never forget.
A secret: I wrote this poem drunk. I really...
For My Unloved - M. R. Wallis
For Hope is also a Resplendent Fool - M. R....
Dear Twitter: 140 characters are not enough for me to evoke the currents and...– via Twitter, me
Someone compared me to a fragile angel the other day. I reckon it’s more...– Me.
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