Poetry: Love Me to Life

Kiss me hard
Hold me down
Love me tonight.
I just want to feel something
I feel dead inside, this isn't right.

Give me... you
I dream of us
I need your touch
I just want to feel something
I feel dead inside, this is too much.

Make me hurt
Go in deep
Make me scream
I just want to feel something
I feel dead inside, but with you
I'm alive...
Love me to life.

Last Xmas

Last Xmas I gave you my ass
But the very next day you humped a gay
This year I'm saving my rear
I'll bottom for someone special

Last Xmas I gave you my hole
But the very next hour your dick went sour
This year I'm saving my rear
I'll bottom for someone special

Top me once so you're the guy
I kept my distance so your seed won't hit my eye
Tell me baby, do you still remember?
Well, it's been a year, but I can still feel your throbbing member

(Happy Xmas)
I wrapped it up in a magnum
And we used anal lube so I could enjoy your big man tube
Now I know what a tool you've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'll push my stool again

Last Xmas I gave you my ass
But the very next day you humped a gay
This year I'm saving my rear
I'll bottom for someone special

Last Xmas I gave you my hole
But the very next hour your dick went sour
This year I'm saving my rear
I'll bottom for someone special

Oh, oh my baby

Crowded bathhouse, homos with spooge on their mind
I hid from you until I douched my behind
"My god," I said as you mounted You were someone to hit my prostate right on
Me, I guess I was just someone to cum on

A big knob on a lover with no desire in his heart
A man undercover but you tore his ass all apart
Ooh hoo, now I've found a new top
You'll never do me again

Last Xmas I gave you my ass
But the very next day you humped a gay
This year I'm saving my rear
I'll bottom for someone special

Last Xmas I gave you my hole
But the very next hour your dick went sour
This year I'm saving my rear
I'll bottom for someone special

A big knob on a lover with no desire in his heart
(Gave you my butt)
A man undercover but you tore his ass all apart
Maybe next year I'll bottom for someone
I'll bottom for someone special

I'll bottom for someone
I'll ride someone who's bigger!
He's bigger!

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Poetry: Unbutton The Shirt Slowly

Written by ~James Schwartz

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Poetry: The Butterfly Effect

How do I know how to feel?
You're so hard to read all the time.
It's like a story that never ends.
Time doesn't heal
The heart still bleeds all the time.
I am fine.

How did this happen?
We used to be so perfect
What went wrong?
I blame the butterfly effect

Everytime I look at you
I know how you feel.
It's easier to push away
Than to hold close.
What kind of man are you?
More like a scared little boy
Trying to figure it out on your own.
Now you're all alone.

How did this happen?
We used to be so perfect
What went wrong?
I blame the butterfly effect

Do you regret what you've done?
Can you see what you did?
Do you know what you've become?

How did this happen?
You used to be so perfect
Why did you go wrong?
Blame the butterfly effect

There's a hold
You have over me.
You could save me,
But who's going to save you?

Poetry: Christmas Clubbing

Literary Sleaze

Lavender lightning.
Vodka supper.
Last supper.
Insomniac journals.
Shakespeare in the park.
Shakespeare after dark.
Leather studded shadows.
Basement bass.
Smoke tricks.
Denim.
Unzipped.
Concrete tundras.
Toll roads.
Steel girders.
Mesh corridors.
M2M / MEMBERS ONLY!
Industrial vistas.
Ambient machines.
Knowing mirrors.
Quest.
Factories.
Tattooed spirituality.
Literary sleaze.
Jungle heat.
Panther silent.
Philosophy.
Graffiti.
Leather jackets.
Liquid skin fuse.
Metro mirage.
Shakespeare in the park.
Library nightcaps.
Lido whitecaps.
Volcanic smiles.
Lava and tonic.

 
Clubbing

Dark smoky cabarets are secret worlds
Populated by the tacky, camp and lonely
Shadowy men smoke glowing cigarettes
Illuminating carefully culivated stubbled faces
White Christmas lights blink in corners
Blonde mavens add that Hollywood glamour
This is our world on lost weekends
Catty gossip over electronica songs
The DJ has my memories.

~Written By James  Schwartz 

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