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In me, you are- wet and thick; I wish to rub you between my two fingers. I can feel you, in me, taking your course, Driving my muscles to pump. Oh how steady; sturdy; rhythmic you are. You understand what it means to be muscular. Right side ******* in anti-air. Force a change in me Until I can breathe what you have to offer. Left side Marrying life to the rest of my person. Each Ventricle is built as follows: Low to the ground is strong But the heavens of what you stake, Quake weak and deathly . A process larger than the width of my sorrows And holding me together as I fall apart. Vividly- I picture: you are, sweet and damp, in me. Driving my muscles to pump Coursing too fast to fathom like a mighty stream of ***** from a toddlers mouth. Oh how balanced; holy; constant you are.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
The Heart is a Muscular *****
In me, you are- wet and thick; I wish to rub you between my two fingers. I can feel you, in me, taking your course, Driving my muscles to pump. Oh how steady; sturdy; rhythmic you are. You understand what it means to be muscular. Right side ******* in anti-air. Force a change in me Until I can breathe what you have to offer. Left side Marrying life to the rest of my person. Each Ventricle is built as follows: Low to the ground is strong But the heavens of what you stake, Quake weak and deathly . A process larger than the width of my sorrows And holding me together as I fall apart. Vividly- I picture: you are, sweet and damp, in me. Driving my muscles to pump Coursing too fast to fathom like a mighty stream of ***** from a toddlers mouth. Oh how balanced; holy; constant you are.
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dani-cunningham
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
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