Pity poor Eros, cock hard, once again.
Our porn saints strut with big asses. Every
circle jerk strips bare all our needs. Lust, then,
is all bankrupt. There’s a price, a very
large price, elsewhere, where the deep erotic
lives. Our Trinity: Stud, Virgin and Queer.
Santiago’s saints strut with bunda. Thick
ass boys are worshiped down here. There’s no fear
of death. That makes it a blessing. Give up
your pound of flesh, boy. The sacred always
demands flesh. Then you can talk of worship,
how you’ve never betrayed Eros’ gaze
or name. All this wit and flame, cum and spit.
How you, who’ve tasted love, honored it.
memories of my ghost sista 