Darkly Sexual Poetry Dude Seeks His Muse

Lost in idiocy...(permalink).

I'm a dark, misunderstood, bad boy poetry dude and I am seeking my muse. I'm very emotional and will always express how I feel. I'm not so much a cryer but more of a sulker. I like to brood at parties and bars. I like to act superior to you. I love writing poetry. I love the color black, coffee, and the Smiths. I don't have a bright green or pink shirt where I can take the collar of the shirt and wear it "popped" so don't ask.

Turn ons: brooding, sex, the Smiths, the color black, judgmental people, coffee, women who sulk, poetry.

Turn offs: "popped" collars, happy people, smiling, no sex.


one of my poems:

This is my World
Well, only some bits
First, I’m a guy
And I’ll be staring at your tits

For some they’re too little
For me it’s nothing
Just as long as they jiggle
While we are fucking

When I take you from behind
I’ll be pulling your hair
Like I’m riding a horse
At some county fair

The sex will be hot and sweaty
After hours our strength may fade
But you need not worry
I’ve got gallons of Blue Frost Gatorade®