at how does gleam the cherry **** of your cylindric pertness–lips–i beco
me me in two folds of self on each one pressed the drooping brand of y
our hands stings to cooly touch with the unhinging of cottoned hurt
ing in when the sun suddenly of gradual imperceptible dying revo
lves on the apex of youth its own immortal youth; such dreams a
s magic become the ethereal toyness of your wrists that fleetly
stagger of whiteness with substance wholly girl with two
******* wine for a mouth and darkness for hair even
the night is jealous at their fibers and remarks with
disturbed violence a shower of stars to mark
its brunt, its curling of tight fingers into
fists of foisted heating)
(there
such
brightness
is a circle within
A circle of
tingling bruteness
you have liked me
to be between your
smart ****** of cherry
pertness–
LIPS
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
at how does gleam the cherry **** of your cylindric pertness–lips–i beco
me me in two folds of self on each one pressed the drooping brand of y
our hands stings to cooly touch with the unhinging of cottoned hurt
ing in when the sun suddenly of gradual imperceptible dying revo
lves on the apex of youth its own immortal youth; such dreams a
s magic become the ethereal toyness of your wrists that fleetly
stagger of whiteness with substance wholly girl with two
******* wine for a mouth and darkness for hair even
the night is jealous at their fibers and remarks with
disturbed violence a shower of stars to mark
its brunt, its curling of tight fingers into
fists of foisted heating)
(there
such
brightness
is a circle within
A circle of
tingling bruteness
you have liked me
to be between your
smart ****** of cherry
pertness–
LIPS
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