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the female form haunts me, always running for the hills, toward new ****** conquests and away from the love that i only wished i had i breathe and sigh until i find the one that i could breed with, although i won’t ever breed until then, i’ll swim through ***** i will fall in love for nights at a time, cuddling, ******* pillow-talking, waking and leaving i’ll then roam the streets, wandering into bars, flirting, glaring at women, the way i glare at a fine meal i’ll eat them and be done with them in one sitting, i’ll enjoy it, i’ll love the way they taste, but once the meal is done, there is no ‘re-eating’ and, then i’ll think about why i’m doing this all, aside from the fact that i crave it, but the underlying reason, the fact that i strive for the pale, white spotlight to shine down on me and point me out to the woman of my dreams and she’ll find me, easily, and we’ll strip down and running as fast as we can, we’ll forever hold hands, until the end of days.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
a dream with no end
the female form haunts me, always running for the hills, toward new ****** conquests and away from the love that i only wished i had i breathe and sigh until i find the one that i could breed with, although i won’t ever breed until then, i’ll swim through ***** i will fall in love for nights at a time, cuddling, ******* pillow-talking, waking and leaving i’ll then roam the streets, wandering into bars, flirting, glaring at women, the way i glare at a fine meal i’ll eat them and be done with them in one sitting, i’ll enjoy it, i’ll love the way they taste, but once the meal is done, there is no ‘re-eating’ and, then i’ll think about why i’m doing this all, aside from the fact that i crave it, but the underlying reason, the fact that i strive for the pale, white spotlight to shine down on me and point me out to the woman of my dreams and she’ll find me, easily, and we’ll strip down and running as fast as we can, we’ll forever hold hands, until the end of days.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
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