she does the bonga bonga knife dance hips sway like tornado winds she does the come **** me ***** ***** shakea shakea kiss my *** dancy dance
out comes the blade cutter cutter hurta hurta shimmie shimmie cuma cuma ooow it burns she eats her own ****** cake
while video recorded on her i phone for the world to love her in the age of net works sit on my face book **** book *** book ***** ***** instagram pin her on pinterest google her googie twitter her **** virtual sucky fucky
better use your own hand if you want feel o rama water water everywhere and not drop to drink
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ****** If i where a film maker or a novelist you would see me telling a story not judge me although i admit to my paraphilias These poems are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive impulses we all share Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about