you were
uoy
erew f
i
r
s
tl
y an unbroken softness. of tight soil. and was i was
a seed first pushing into the smart crevice of your light
by which guided the water of my soul
and nurtured the second flower of my heat. burning in the
snarling rapture of your trembling thighs
between they
spouting a tyrant of imperfect friction
and i laid in the velour of your heaving
breaths
and tickled
the slight arch of your spine
with errant lashings of my foolish mortal hand
passive and boiling
under the searing fire
of the delicious sensual crumbs
of your
ey e , s
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
you were
uoy
erew f
i
r
s
tl
y an unbroken softness. of tight soil. and was i was
a seed first pushing into the smart crevice of your light
by which guided the water of my soul
and nurtured the second flower of my heat. burning in the
snarling rapture of your trembling thighs
between they
spouting a tyrant of imperfect friction
and i laid in the velour of your heaving
breaths
and tickled
the slight arch of your spine
with errant lashings of my foolish mortal hand
passive and boiling
under the searing fire
of the delicious sensual crumbs
of your
ey e , s
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