Trever Hadley

photos // words

I won’t let love tear us apart.

On a Frazetta kick.

she grabbed his knee

and asked how long
she would have to 
make them romantic
eyes.
he bought two shots,
and they walked 
home, stopping at
every red light
to mouth fuck 
each other.
she grabbed
for his dick in 
his jeans,
he wasn’t
hard yet.
when they got home
she felt safe and
he felt in love.
the next morning
she was more in love
with her lover
and he felt 
alone

Selling Zines. Let me know. $10.

The Motel Song

thealchemistsmistress:

A ballad on the belly,
a sonnet on the skin.
If poetry is pleasure,
then abstinence is sin.

For a friend of mine
jamigreenfield:

Made this for hawkcalledbright's poem.

Wow!!! That’s incredible.

jamigreenfield:

Made this for hawkcalledbright's poem.

Wow!!! That’s incredible.

There is a Darkness.