Embrace the sun You answer every time I call I want to taste you through the wall Behind the glass, I’ll eat you whole For nothing And from here, I can see it all How far we’ve come, how far we’ll fall And in the beating sun, we’ll fuck And die, and be reborn Two hands, a mouth, and a phone Straight from the pit to the throne This city’s crowded And I’m sick of being alone The concrete trap of the sprawl The whirlwind pace of it all The wondering if I’ll ever find my way out Soft, o thurifer Make for the conifers With those feet you shod Your fear of God compels me not This plane we haunt, it’s what you want Be it heaven, home, or hell Obey yourself or no one Caught this fire in my hands I swear that this time I will not throw it away I worship the sun And the wind blowing strong at my back And I just keep on Giving my heart away Giving it all away That’s why I’m lonely So don’t just tell me you’ve been Thinking of me again Between midnight and 5 AM Come home and hold me Come hold me, darling, dear Why does everyone that I meet Fall in love with me? Look at me Watching you Watching me Touch me Don’t touch me Fuck me Fuck you Pay me Look at me Watching you Watching me Touch me Don’t touch me Fuck you All you whores are the same You want the money and fame I do this shit just for the love of the game This footage will not be seen It’s between you, me, and God I hope he’s watching, just outside of the frame Boy, are you brave enough To show when you say you will For such a low-stakes involvement? Time it and name the place I leave the rest up to fate But men fear when fate comes calling And she comes in my wake The space between Too near and too far I know where this leads I know what you are In Summer 2025 I partook of a rather unusual hobby I would meet with strange men in their homes And film myself performing oral sex on them These videos were never distributed They were for my own private collection I used to make porn when I was younger And this was my way of recapturing The things that I enjoyed about it The art, the eroticism, and most of all Being able to watch myself afterward I told the first few men in advance That I would not want to kiss But I always kissed them I told them that I didn’t want to be touched But sometimes, I let them Sometimes, they gave me gifts I had many interesting conversations With these men And many unexpected moments of tenderness They often told me that I was kind That I made them feel calm and comfortable But it was never about them This was about me Me, watching me, looking at me, fucking me God, for once in my fucking life Let one thing that I do Be about me