I bend over
drag your fingers on my spiral spinal protrusion.
I want you inside of me,
fist in a mother cattle's birth canal.
I'm elated at this.
I wonder why it feels so cold, when I'm so hot and wet.
Take it,
a focused heresy.
Say my name
if you can guess it.
I know yours:
Chastity and Life.
Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
I bend over
drag your fingers on my spiral spinal protrusion.
I want you inside of me,
fist in a mother cattle's birth canal.
I'm elated at this.
I wonder why it feels so cold, when I'm so hot and wet.
Take it,
a focused heresy.
Say my name
if you can guess it.
I know yours:
Chastity and Life.
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