it were a day and a day
since ago we meted
drinking the curving
swill of dank *****
magic
against the
**** breast press
upholstered
bench
seats of my auto silver
bodied vehicle
(where you dug down
your teeth
sharply
into the pink membrane
of bottomer lip upon
your quaking
face a groan
through which perspired
stiffly
as grinding i
pushing
your darkly follicled
amazing head
down
*** up
)
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
it were a day and a day
since ago we meted
drinking the curving
swill of dank *****
magic
against the
**** breast press
upholstered
bench
seats of my auto silver
bodied vehicle
(where you dug down
your teeth
sharply
into the pink membrane
of bottomer lip upon
your quaking
face a groan
through which perspired
stiffly
as grinding i
pushing
your darkly follicled
amazing head
down
*** up
)
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