This is what i want to do...
i see you in your tight yes
and thrum my lips across the whimsy
of your chaste suzette. i want to live alive -
and be the swollen one
chafing against your plump curls...
my tongue
gasping,... teeth
teething.
this is what i want to do.
to
unload
a century of issue
into the womb of your
distance, to break the silence
of your wet dream
with the violence
of our sweet
peace.
yes.
this, is what i want to do.
to plum your cherry in the very gone
of our arrival's tomb...
to clump the rude farse
of our weary calamity
into a precious knot
we freakishly
unravel...
i want
to press my lips
to your valley
till you *** around
and say, Thank
You,
but can
only
with you.
in you.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
This is what i want to do...
i see you in your tight yes
and thrum my lips across the whimsy
of your chaste suzette. i want to live alive -
and be the swollen one
chafing against your plump curls...
my tongue
gasping,... teeth
teething.
this is what i want to do.
to
unload
a century of issue
into the womb of your
distance, to break the silence
of your wet dream
with the violence
of our sweet
peace.
yes.
this, is what i want to do.
to plum your cherry in the very gone
of our arrival's tomb...
to clump the rude farse
of our weary calamity
into a precious knot
we freakishly
unravel...
i want
to press my lips
to your valley
till you *** around
and say, Thank
You,
but can
only
with you.
in you.
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