The most elegantly turned out beast
that in two legs roams in my part of urban forest,
with such impeccable taste and a heart
brimming with prurient thoughts, transmitted
with the beat of brows, two bows,cannot be any other;
I am in a poetic elation, at this moment of
thunder strike in my center of amour, as I watch your
rambunctious locomotion, intently from behind.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
The most elegantly turned out beast
that in two legs roams in my part of urban forest,
with such impeccable taste and a heart
brimming with prurient thoughts, transmitted
with the beat of brows, two bows,cannot be any other;
I am in a poetic elation, at this moment of
thunder strike in my center of amour, as I watch your
rambunctious locomotion, intently from behind.
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