May 2015
Consort,
I asphyxiate when thy argot I canst sip,
To feel yours and mines hips gist in combustible intimacy,
Tis,
Its only a hankering delusion!!!!!
For there's no consortess among me...
I asphyxiate when thy argot I canst sip,
To feel yours and mines hips gist in combustible intimacy,
Tis,
Its only a hankering delusion!!!!!
For there's no consortess among me...
