In The Heat Of The Night 

When nights are hot and sticky 

And cotton clings in dripping hues

I sip the smell of feral sweat and

Stir the beast that chases off the blues 


You can have your cool encounters and 

Those warm-me winter cuddles but 

I’d rather pant in dripping smiles

Spent afloat upon your belly’s puddles 


Not for me are those sanitary nights

Of cool satin and fluffy pillow shams

Give me your heat

Your wet compliant company 

Then walk me out in time to catch my morning tram. 


About Secret Stains

I wanna do something that matters, say something different, something that sets the whole world on it's ear. i wanna do something better with the time I've been given and I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life to prove I was here. I apologize if I seem absent minded sometimes. Sometimes I forget I'm still awake and say things out loud. Inside I am beginning to burst at the seams. There are so many secrets ... so many scars ... so many stains. This is me. Welcome to my world.
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