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I need movement, I need action. I called you up For a quick **** Wanted sweet fluids To run over my skin, To flow into my pores And pass through my veins. I wanted to bleed experience, To think in sensory images. So I called you up For a quick **** Wished for heavy pounding To drown out my paranoia And all my insecurity. I realize that this bed Can not hold All of my being, For I extend Far past my Dermal prison. I am the mind's ****** aura, Reaching out with Many feathered tentacles To tickle your chin, your chest, under your belly, between the thighs. So I called you up For a quick **** I hope you realize That you need to use protection, as **** can not hold All of your being, Extending far out And into me, To soak Into my skin, Sink through My pores, And run Inside of my veins, Your sanguine fluids Like solid, Salty tears Pumping throughout My body and Coming back To my heart.
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
On the Sly
I need movement, I need action. I called you up For a quick **** Wanted sweet fluids To run over my skin, To flow into my pores And pass through my veins. I wanted to bleed experience, To think in sensory images. So I called you up For a quick **** Wished for heavy pounding To drown out my paranoia And all my insecurity. I realize that this bed Can not hold All of my being, For I extend Far past my Dermal prison. I am the mind's ****** aura, Reaching out with Many feathered tentacles To tickle your chin, your chest, under your belly, between the thighs. So I called you up For a quick **** I hope you realize That you need to use protection, as **** can not hold All of your being, Extending far out And into me, To soak Into my skin, Sink through My pores, And run Inside of my veins, Your sanguine fluids Like solid, Salty tears Pumping throughout My body and Coming back To my heart.
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Lebanese
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
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