DRAGONS & DARK HORSES

While I, in my daily mask, put myself to work each day within compositions of a most romantic nature. It galls me to read such work, understanding that beneath the mask, lies the urgency of Scorpio’s intention. I die, not for love but to make love, to have the smoldering embers burst into volcanic activity. Romance is only the soft eiderdown of truth’s lie while, beneath such a soft blanket, lies the naked frenzy of sexual organs. And so with truth in mind, I pull away the romantic blanket to expose the body of my secret mind, the need to create lustful poetry which, when read will be understood by all those who feel the naked truth writhing within them.