it was pretty much last night
it was, pretty much, last night
it was, pretty, much last night
it was last night, it was pretty
much
last night
the air was strings of farcical serious unheat
that clutched about our wayward
strips of
meat
in a the street was a lot like
a neon painted carpet of a
trillion quick sparkles
glinting sorely
on the
immense nook of eve
where was huddled darkness' slinking cloth
a twill of slutty
colours they prattle on the door
ways on the hinges
and the unopened lids
of the fire cold skin
that my lady wheres the night like a carnal shrug about her
well sinewed luxurious shoulders;
to which i'm scuttling fingers
over her vibrant trachea
and down the small
premise of her
sternum
to the
able stillness
of her *******
and on their rush
my soul is molten wax
and
verily
my
heart is tooarapidstutteringglobe
at the blushing crust
of her softest
pinkest
!
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 1:11 PM UTC
it was pretty much last night
it was, pretty much, last night
it was, pretty, much last night
it was last night, it was pretty
much
last night
the air was strings of farcical serious unheat
that clutched about our wayward
strips of
meat
in a the street was a lot like
a neon painted carpet of a
trillion quick sparkles
glinting sorely
on the
immense nook of eve
where was huddled darkness' slinking cloth
a twill of slutty
colours they prattle on the door
ways on the hinges
and the unopened lids
of the fire cold skin
that my lady wheres the night like a carnal shrug about her
well sinewed luxurious shoulders;
to which i'm scuttling fingers
over her vibrant trachea
and down the small
premise of her
sternum
to the
able stillness
of her *******
and on their rush
my soul is molten wax
and
verily
my
heart is tooarapidstutteringglobe
at the blushing crust
of her softest
pinkest
!
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