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third arc

October 10, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i think it's the butterflies the ones in springs & the ones in my tummy when i fall hundred feet from the sky into your lap; eyes rollback when i have your body back

Poetry · Writing

untitled 11

September 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

a moment, sweet & short capped off with a drink~ a moment we made love with a moment untouched by the outside world that lives like a stallion in open fields

Poetry · Writing

2nd breakfast

September 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i just ate; fulfilled to the max counting our stacks war with our axes rewriting all our exes; i just ate, now i'm full

Poetry · Writing

first & last shot in the chamber

September 7, 2021September 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

no games just tell me you're ready; i think this was the plan since we met but we didn't listen- so after you see this; know my mind has been stuck my soul wanders a string of second & third hands waiting for yours; no games just tell me

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remember her in the yellow dress

September 5, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

he stares -obviously he remembers when their eyes met a latte ago

Poetry · Writing

high noon

September 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i choose not to shoot- to wait; but everything everything is telling me to let rounds fly;

Poetry · Writing

untitled 06

July 21, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

if it was meant to be there wouldn't be this space between me and you

Poetry · Writing

role play

June 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

your energy is a pint to my veins never enough; feeding my needs in a hand cup tied with loose handcuffs

Poetry · Writing

late night presentation;

June 5, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

today is our debut come over here listen close on your bare back--- i'll blow your mind

Poetry · Writing

a second thought

June 2, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we fucked you came i faked something real

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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