We are a cinema, not a fortress; acting out a fantasy of ignorant armies clashing by night, and it is warfare—sexual aggression and retreat and battles joined.
When she lifts her wedding dress to her waist, smiling coquettishly as she exposes her ***** hair, she's both shallow and wise: willing to brazenly give in to the moment, for a chance to gain control.
The words are ******* not worth remembering. Can I write my lines on Maria's rear end like a drunk with a literary turn of mind?
I bellow my contempt for hypocrisies and orthodoxies, while soaping her ******* I keep trying to shove them all back down other people’s throats. But it is the soft ones who defeat men like me and walk away, consciencelessly.
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Mar 5, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
We are a cinema, not a fortress; acting out a fantasy of ignorant armies clashing by night, and it is warfare—sexual aggression and retreat and battles joined.
When she lifts her wedding dress to her waist, smiling coquettishly as she exposes her ***** hair, she's both shallow and wise: willing to brazenly give in to the moment, for a chance to gain control.
The words are ******* not worth remembering. Can I write my lines on Maria's rear end like a drunk with a literary turn of mind?
I bellow my contempt for hypocrisies and orthodoxies, while soaping her ******* I keep trying to shove them all back down other people’s throats. But it is the soft ones who defeat men like me and walk away, consciencelessly.
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