god
spoke in
unbent folding
pubic tinder
from an inbetween
(onyx
follicles
manacling
the heaving notch
of cold
frosty magma
lurching
out
of
the
slouching
pouch of her
fine
giddy
pearl
and
in my beat heavy
pulsing
her monthly blood)rOAR!?
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
god
spoke in
unbent folding
pubic tinder
from an inbetween
(onyx
follicles
manacling
the heaving notch
of cold
frosty magma
lurching
out
of
the
slouching
pouch of her
fine
giddy
pearl
and
in my beat heavy
pulsing
her monthly blood)rOAR!?
