fill me with your **** until its running out of my pores ****, I've always wondered what that smell was
drown me in pity and kind verses until my countenance is beautiful to you because spaghetti knows! I can't be complete unless I'm beautiful to you
and all this time I've been running broken pottery quotations up your shivering spine without thanks for the cold stares you pierce through my fingertips
hold my hand and drag me through the cosmic playland you soar your broken hang glider without regard for the fact that we were always the center of the universe and globally has constantly been flatlands
I want nothing less than the very cells composing each and every cancerous tumour exploding through your veins because Allah knows your breath freezes my neck solid when you lick down my..
OOH that tickles, you gotta avoid my funny bone or I'll squeal without worrying about your parents right outside my door much less the police stating overbearing bricks cemented around your walls
break them down and expose your innards to the outwards and lie reposed in the vulnerability of your last breath.