she is beauty
a violent pulsing *****
sweetly of sinew or nerves
gasping skeleton writhing
naked olive livery screaming
i like her
garden. with my tongue. a folding
scent of poesy in small poems i cannot write
in 2 hearts scratching painful din of
cringing light. on her ventricles enameled my enormous
healthy blood; she rages quietly; an ocean scalping
the coalesced lips i shatter on her belly
and her clergy of *** i am dumb my naked perfect blade
so put in me
you're
god
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
she is beauty
a violent pulsing *****
sweetly of sinew or nerves
gasping skeleton writhing
naked olive livery screaming
i like her
garden. with my tongue. a folding
scent of poesy in small poems i cannot write
in 2 hearts scratching painful din of
cringing light. on her ventricles enameled my enormous
healthy blood; she rages quietly; an ocean scalping
the coalesced lips i shatter on her belly
and her clergy of *** i am dumb my naked perfect blade
so put in me
you're
god
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