A Gossamer, glistening in the glen,
Tulips in bloom,
Thrushed, blushing red.
Two lips crushed together,
A stolen breath.
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
The hours, they pass, lovers leap in
two
each others arms
Spaghetti legs and arms,
the nub smell of rub and sheet,
the twine nibs imprint,
a palmer's press.
Give me a kiss, breath,
You escape me, but just.
I cannot escape. I give up.
I cannot escape your lovers lap.
Dippled cheeks, and that,
Smile, laugh.
Your mind is a killer. It's a net of whittle and wit
You laugh because I am an easy lay, I have no complexions, no way
out.
You laugh because I am so strut forward, and you know, you play.
You play, pull touch push. And laugh.
And when I want to say nay, go away and sulk you pull me to your chest,
and **** into me like a full house on a sunny day.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
A Gossamer, glistening in the glen,
Tulips in bloom,
Thrushed, blushing red.
Two lips crushed together,
A stolen breath.
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
The hours, they pass, lovers leap in
two
each others arms
Spaghetti legs and arms,
the nub smell of rub and sheet,
the twine nibs imprint,
a palmer's press.
Give me a kiss, breath,
You escape me, but just.
I cannot escape. I give up.
I cannot escape your lovers lap.
Dippled cheeks, and that,
Smile, laugh.
Your mind is a killer. It's a net of whittle and wit
You laugh because I am an easy lay, I have no complexions, no way
out.
You laugh because I am so strut forward, and you know, you play.
You play, pull touch push. And laugh.
And when I want to say nay, go away and sulk you pull me to your chest,
and **** into me like a full house on a sunny day.
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