Dear Diary of Martin X 04/08/2016

Let's play

Say what you can't 

Let's go 

Where you whisper 

Let's fuck 

Like dogs in the street 

Let's dive 

Into the stream 

Where free love flows 

And happiness rains 

Where there are no clothes 

And no male gaze 

What can I say 

Say what I can't 

What do I want 

The white part of the waves 

Tinkling with phosphorescence 

And laced with moonlight 

To be on the threshold

Where the pounding of the waves 

Echoes the constant throbbing 

And pleading of my cock

For saturation and caresses 

Much like my mind 

Will only be able

To throb and grind 

Like Amber pebbles 

Under-current orange 

Cherries of the sea

obliviated into softness 

Sleepy as the sand 
But haha he

Wants to say what he wants 

And stare where he stares

To defy the what-for's

And the can't go there's 

Who knows where it lands
the induction of prayer 

On a la la la la la la

We don't have a word for that

I only want to say it

Because I met a ping pong player

In a mixed sex naked sauna 

In Holland

And it takes about five seconds 

To put your eyes away

Because innocence is blind

But once you've worn a fig leaf 

Where the snake and the huntress wallow 

Then the yellow sword of Damocles

Is gonna follow follow follow 

You around 

Like the eye of a sniper 

In a padded cell.

Let's play 

I want you 

Go first 

Let's play Holly Molly 

Now I wanna Wonderfuck

Let's play 

I want to 

Write words on your skin 

With the tip of my quill 

Swallow you 

In crushes

And kneel at the altar 

Of puddles and sadness

With mud and devotion 

"Yes. That's why I'm in love with 

The sea and the oceans."

The raven himself is hoarse

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

"Shakespeare is fucjing delicious."