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When your heart starts to thumpin and you feel it kickin' in...
And your mind starts to turnin' don t resist it, let it spin...
And your body starts to movin'
and you feel it slippin' in
And if someone wants to give their love...
LET IT IN... LET IT IN...
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Thief Of Love
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The moon eclipsed by Slavic cheekbones The city sound coming up in waves
A shooting meteorite blazes into oblivion Faces in shadow turn our way
At night, in the morning, later afternoon
On the floor, the bed, they fuck one another Later, he remains with his tipped glasses and empty champagne
With strewn about clothing, smooth vaseline Lustful, melancholy, spent
He’s a thief of love
As he slips through the alley
The long long time of the night
The longer you love
The longer you live
The back of his neck cradled between
furry thighs
An offering or a sacrifice, the boundaries indistinguished
One saint astride another, bent to his thrust Churning to a transubstantiate rhythm
Until, speaking in tongues and erotic litanies The tongues of flames grow hot and hotter all heaven breaks loose ———
In doorways, against walls, stalls
Rooms empty save for beds, or carpets,
or couches
All night long the men walk the narrow halls and dark rooms
A small, subtle, yet distinct compact ritual is performed again, and again...
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Make It Come Loose
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remember there are times when nothing is wrong but a feeling is there that makes you like a snake itching to crawl out of that tight inhibiting little skin, you gotta make it come loose. snakes rub up against rocks, you rub against other men. you’re a nocturnal prowler, can’t settle down
at night, til you’ve been out on the streets for a while. tonight you meet a man, blonde, square jaw, trim. right off he’s assertive and erotic. a great mouth that offers silent communication. you suck cocks, asses, faces, necks, muscles, tendons. in the room of mirror slabs that reflect only the dim, dark silhouettes. you can wail with erotic fantasy. when you remember his form standing above you on the bed, his foot coaxing your groin as
he jerks himself off, his cum spraying all over you. he pushes his spewing prick into your face, cum smearing in your face. and now you let it fly, like your brain is flying.
it’s a small tool shed out back. when you step inside, in the darkness you see maybe six men. one man is getting off, moaning as another on his knees sucks his cock. next to them, a bearded man facing you and bent over is getting an even energetic balling from a young man who moans “yeah, yeah, yeah.” soon you’re feeling that pushy, sexy fucker’s balls and hairy ass as it bounces into his partner. now you’re standing on the platform giving head to that big boy while he gets it up his ass. you think,“gimme that cum! shoot it down my fucking throat!” you feel stiffer, fatter, can you keep it up? and he fucks faster and holds your head and moans,“yeah” and faster,“yeah” and harder, “yeah.” he cums wet, thick in your mouth, throat, face and you shoot it “ahh hmm yeah.”
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Patrick Cowley San Francisco, California
Born in Buffalo, NY on Oct 19, 1950, Patrick moved to San Francisco in 1971. Patrick would produce songs for disco superstar Sylvester such as “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)” and “Dance Disco Heat”. By 1981 Patrick released dance singles, “Menergy” & “Megatron Man” Prior to his passing on Novl12, 1982, he recorded 2 more hits, “Do You Wanna Funk” for Sylvester & "Right On Target" for Paul Parker ... more
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