L
e
T'sD
oTonight
hard. we'll finger ginger prematurely. immaturely. and
offended glossy cheeks. the fair legs, forever apart, the night's
begging panting heaving & yes let's
oD
2
nite
impossibly posing
prosing nosing (it smells red
and neon). guns are our bones.
sensibly obscure the daft incommensurable
s,m'og O' inside the pooch, the slumping curve
the curbs and dancing, the jostling snort
of brain's panes behind them saying just faces.
unchaste faces. a multitudinous saliva teeming
young wagging hems lifted with my fingers
going under your cotton and right up
to your "'yes'" Y
3
s!
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
L
e
T'sD
oTonight
hard. we'll finger ginger prematurely. immaturely. and
offended glossy cheeks. the fair legs, forever apart, the night's
begging panting heaving & yes let's
oD
2
nite
impossibly posing
prosing nosing (it smells red
and neon). guns are our bones.
sensibly obscure the daft incommensurable
s,m'og O' inside the pooch, the slumping curve
the curbs and dancing, the jostling snort
of brain's panes behind them saying just faces.
unchaste faces. a multitudinous saliva teeming
young wagging hems lifted with my fingers
going under your cotton and right up
to your "'yes'" Y
3
s!
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