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His middle parts were Passing through the couch that I was Sitting on, but his Face felt nice and fuzzy. And it was way too Way too loud. Ocean water, creeping Up the black-sanded beach On the island where  He drank his *** And he's telling lies to any Crustaceans brave enough to Traverse his thinning limbs. Yet, reflecting neatly  Off the ebony, and decisively Catching his eye, is the light of her Tiara, embracing her Maneless neck. In walks Nala, and the tide, His tide, recedes. The island becomes Her savannah. I watch him smile, and  Close his eyes, and Soak the moment in.  Her claws extended, sharp, Etching proof of her Arrival into the eager, Earthy floor. Owning the steps she takes, 
I shudder and attempt to stand.
 But stop, as she paws his wrist, 
Gripping it tighter,
 Scarring him with  
Pointed, filed nails.  Making him 
 Bleed, and making 
 Him beam. Pride is just a  Noun when there is Hemorrhaging to handle. Pressure must be Applied on all sides of the  Wound, in order to prevent Infection, and infatuation. But I guess when a  Beast of beauty, makes a black Sea walkable for you,  You're liable to get caught up Staring at the jewels She's ripped out of her crown, and  Sewn into her hair. She'll make you  Hiss back at the sun, and Talk about wild life.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Hissing Back at the Sun
His middle parts were Passing through the couch that I was Sitting on, but his Face felt nice and fuzzy. And it was way too Way too loud. Ocean water, creeping Up the black-sanded beach On the island where  He drank his *** And he's telling lies to any Crustaceans brave enough to Traverse his thinning limbs. Yet, reflecting neatly  Off the ebony, and decisively Catching his eye, is the light of her Tiara, embracing her Maneless neck. In walks Nala, and the tide, His tide, recedes. The island becomes Her savannah. I watch him smile, and  Close his eyes, and Soak the moment in.  Her claws extended, sharp, Etching proof of her Arrival into the eager, Earthy floor. Owning the steps she takes, 
I shudder and attempt to stand.
 But stop, as she paws his wrist, 
Gripping it tighter,
 Scarring him with  
Pointed, filed nails.  Making him 
 Bleed, and making 
 Him beam. Pride is just a  Noun when there is Hemorrhaging to handle. Pressure must be Applied on all sides of the  Wound, in order to prevent Infection, and infatuation. But I guess when a  Beast of beauty, makes a black Sea walkable for you,  You're liable to get caught up Staring at the jewels She's ripped out of her crown, and  Sewn into her hair. She'll make you  Hiss back at the sun, and Talk about wild life.
For the same person as The Uncultured Below, but this one was for me, not for her. In walks Nala, and the tide, His tide, recedes.
seanflagstaff
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
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