A guy can count, when he runs, on his biggest right-foot toe, just as I counted on you camper-crammer Breanna, 15 little boyfriends ago by 𝑺𝘶𝘻𝘺 𝑩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺

Dec 2017

A guy can count, when he runs, on his biggest right-foot toe, just as I counted on you camper-crammer Breanna, 15 little boyfriends ago

When peace is declared, my mistress will put away her war nuggets
for good, because as she aches for a half foot of timber I will slip to
her my thrill-hammering, impregnating, baby-broth-squirting wood.

Written by

𝑺𝘶𝘻𝘺 𝑩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 Simpang Bedok, Singapore

(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)

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