In the beginning there was the byte
(the apple tasted real, and yet
temptation seemed so fleeting.) Could the wet
enticing promises we write,
in urgent bursts of hasty text
The Torture of the Electrons
Lofty in verse
Provocative in pixels
Wanton in the buttery wet flesh
Unerringly you found the pathway home
To the warmest, darkest chambers of my heart
I have known you through the prism of my...
To My Carnal Darling
I don't want it watered down
I want it straight up
Don't give me sweetness
I want it rough
With a bite
With a burn
No sipping and savouring
I want to swallow it...
Straight with a twist
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