Poems by LaDios

Sept 12, 2024

In a world of colors, loud and bright,

Lived a clown with a curious plight.

Dressed in green latex, slick and tight,

But always forgetting, try as they might,

One little garment—oh, what a sight!

Their nose was a gem, all sparkling and proud,

Bedazzled and gleaming, standing out in the crowd.

With big, wide eyes, framed by glass,

They'd prance through the day, making people laugh.

But oh, this clown had a secret so sweet,

Their naughty habit made their show complete.

Under balloons of pink, gold, and blue,

The clown forgot their panties, it’s true.

From ball pits to stages, they'd dance and tease,

Laughing, winking, a delicious breeze.

No one quite noticed, or maybe they did,

As the clown grinned wide, never quite hid.

Their latex hugged curves with a playful squeeze,

Their antics left the crowd weak in the knees.

Between the confetti, the jokes, and the fun,

This naughty clown knew how to run!

With glitter on cheeks and rhinestones on nose,

They forgot their panties, but no one knows.

A secret delight, beneath the clown’s grin,

A playful spirit forever within.

Styled by Peter Domenie & Tom Tom 

Sept 7th

**Colombian Goddess in Berlin**

In Berlin's vibrant night, she shines bright,
A Colombian goddess, a captivating sight.
Her presence powerful, like fire and ice,
In the city's shadows, where dreams entice.

Her skin glows under dancing lights,
A stunning vision, captivating sights.
With red lips and sparkling eyes,
She moves through the crowd, silent and wise.

Dressed in sleek latex, bold and defined,
Her curves tell stories, no words can find.
A corset shapes her elegance,
As she claims each moment, holding everyone's glance.

Berlin softens, its cold heart now warm,
To the beat of her midnight charm.
She embodies the city's pulse and breath,
A mix of life, love, and death.

In her eyes, the Andes rise,
Blending with Berlin's steel skies.
She’s a contrast, a vibrant dream,
A tropical goddess, now Berlin's queen.

Through the glowing lights, her laughter flows,
A song of freedom, as her spirit grows.
In this city, she found her place,
A Colombian goddess in Berlin’s embrace.

Photo by Diego Gomez Photography

Sept 6th

The winds of change arrive anew,

September's breath brings joy in view.

Your service lifts my spirit high,

In devotion’s name, I touch the sky.

But know, you are mere clay in hand,

A silent tool at my command.

A lifeless boy, devoid of grace,

Until I mold you to my embrace.