Poems from MGWYCKOFF

His Hands
His hands roamed  that which wasn’t  his to roam caressing that which wasn’t his to caress crawling towards a body that wasn’t his to crawl...
On His Knee’s
You’re a natural disaster  strong with incomparable beautiful he should worship you while he’s on his feet and if he refuses you should...
That Moment
Was it when I was six  and I’d hear them screaming down in their bedroom when they thought I was sleeping, was it when I was seven  and...
That Moment
Was it when I was six  and I’d hear them screaming down in their bedroom when they thought I was sleeping, was it when I was seven  and...