The fantasies of love; I fancy myself
a glove— holding onto old befores, and
wearing out the test of time
A girl I would proudly call mine
Bribe my way into making a memory my bride; two
seductions of the tied ties, sleeping together at the odds night
And to wake up with a reasonable excuse to be tired
But I've tried to be like a peck of flightless birds—
no reason to fly south like the rest. As I encouraged
her to rest under my wing, upon my smothered talk in
her *******
Two crushing walls on my face in between thighs,
and her ****** being a tall tower close to rise
But I despise the extra seconds it takes to build up
her high. And why like vampires **** is because
they don't use much of their tongue
But by the batting of her eyes, she is close to come,
to a point of returning a tip of this favourable fun
Sep 26, 2022
Sep 26, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
The fantasies of love; I fancy myself
a glove— holding onto old befores, and
wearing out the test of time
A girl I would proudly call mine
Bribe my way into making a memory my bride; two
seductions of the tied ties, sleeping together at the odds night
And to wake up with a reasonable excuse to be tired
But I've tried to be like a peck of flightless birds—
no reason to fly south like the rest. As I encouraged
her to rest under my wing, upon my smothered talk in
her *******
Two crushing walls on my face in between thighs,
and her ****** being a tall tower close to rise
But I despise the extra seconds it takes to build up
her high. And why like vampires **** is because
they don't use much of their tongue
But by the batting of her eyes, she is close to come,
to a point of returning a tip of this favourable fun
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