To Bailey Jay (iii)

Your battle scar your mark…

 

To Bailey Jay (iii)

The caress of the tip

Brought against my lip

As I took you in

Pretending you were again

The mistress I pretend

Is one and my friend

She who doth lay her hands against the key

And yet it’s you

And your penis

That speaks to me…

 

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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