reflecting reflects fractions
that flecks of light excite
to bounce around
in triangles bound
reflecting you can use
as a term to look back at
things gone by
like the feet that you've seen
holding the dreams
of what shoes seem to be to feet
by holding toes in
rather than drag
or be seen
so reflect on a dream or a song to sing
by some or by all
at least we have words
to protect when
That sin excite me,sexual ego sex up.
When I fellate, I heaven'd on the earth.
Just like how player needed golden cup,
so do my body needed sexy girth.
Each morning I desire lolita's act.
Midday, I do search out for foreplay girl.
At dusk, with sexy worker, I react.
At night time only dirty bed my pearl.
But deadly hell fire belong I evermore.
Reward of sinners are but to pass on.
What profit shall I inbox when one more
earth I regain but lost eternal Bon.
In God's own kingdom, I shall put my head.
Let God's excite prevail my dirty bed.
I am in levels. Past levels. This deep, intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite. Pushing through the wild and feral snow-dusted plains and timber ridges. Like red-spotted dots breathing through the cylinders called the spine. This descends into a narrow channel of scantly clad greenish scenery in a time-soaked visionary wilderness of snow,
Our crab legs dancing down wiry purple highways, our heads could not even look backwards if we had wanted.
Furious, love-latitudes, stalking breaths thwacking fork-ended tongues into a pinkish knot buried into the first layer of organic membrane on this railway of miniature canals, showing. And their pride snuck into the elbows, shooting down each vertebrae as it stepped with great precision every ledge that the currency emphasized. The raw accumulation of stolen heart-beats rattling between the interstices of new fuel careering these red engines. Crashing with exquisite pleasure into one another.
Thanks for your support, bro ~
but the Ayatollah hasn't been lifted the fatwā,
so y'allz better lay your ass low.