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 It’s been a minute, It’s been a minute, A hot minute… Yeah, yeah. Celibacy for me ain’t a game,... [read more] |
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Lay your head on my chest and let your heartbeat sync with mine. Feel this drum inside my breast— a puls... [read more] |
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Baptized as a kid, Handing my uncle's hand, Seeing him cry like he did, He died before I could ever understand... That the church ain... [read more] |
 I ask you, my patron, Holy Martyr Januarius to pray for Christ's blessings upon the soul of barefoot Antinous for reasons I hope are n... [read more] |
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A single touch—Girl, that’s all I crave tonight, My arms around you pulling every shadow into light. Your eyes on mi... [read more] |
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His bedroom is so lightless that the nakedness--- his and his BoyFriend's--- cannot be seen in detail; but felt . . . in such pleasure!, fel... [read more] |
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Night: rural landscapes, unlit, become contours; but the vast starfields come, with Heavenly effulgence, through our eyes into our sou... [read more] |