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"siracha" poems
do you know how much light you have to have to play in the dark ask the lady of the moon my trilling lover of comatose dreams **** queen dressed in fallen roses on her knees her head a cocked jaw throat; a giraffes for shirts of skin and magic wands she prays to be broken split saliva jewel kink clutch little crying angel hugging her ball and chain shawled *** a trussed cathedral bound in silk a vomiting flower of ******* her feet bound puddled black crimson crumbling at every teasing cuddle and darkened bite like ghost fire flame on flame her ****** buttered Kasbah dark fruit casaba i take a bite red teeth and stretched tongue adorn the hood of lust and sink flying into blood scape's womb she screams hooked on satin's *** nail wailing; hideous mirth and folds sweet and sour siracha tang her mouth a gagging river of ***** and oleo tubes eyes gazing globe video games **** brewing perfume's of delirium **** star ships at apogee riding the glitter rim my **** a rabid swoon of towering babble is full tonight brimming with white blood red and trembling milk to fill your mouth my love and the bitter honey of my soul
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
zebrablack
Black Dust Orbit
do you know how much light you have to have to play in the dark ask the lady of the moon my trilling lover of comatose dreams **** queen dressed in fallen roses on her knees her head a cocked jaw throat; a giraffes for shirts of skin and magic wands she prays to be broken split saliva jewel kink clutch little crying angel hugging her ball and chain shawled *** a trussed cathedral bound in silk a vomiting flower of ******* her feet bound puddled black crimson crumbling at every teasing cuddle and darkened bite like ghost fire flame on flame her ****** buttered Kasbah dark fruit casaba i take a bite red teeth and stretched tongue adorn the hood of lust and sink flying into blood scape's womb she screams hooked on satin's *** nail wailing; hideous mirth and folds sweet and sour siracha tang her mouth a gagging river of ***** and oleo tubes eyes gazing globe video games **** brewing perfume's of delirium **** star ships at apogee riding the glitter rim my **** a rabid swoon of towering babble is full tonight brimming with white blood red and trembling milk to fill your mouth my love and the bitter honey of my soul
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We never flex.. we never rest.. I learned to live with no regrets.. like nahh I ain't seen them yet.. they never come over to visit.. I still **** wit my ****** Tryna teach something and roll something everyday.. willing to listen all ways.. from every direction we tryna get paid.. I am the master of my own fate.. no slave ships just yacht days.. whips and chains just to misbehave.. Runnin for gold tryna overcome the maze.. still blasting joy and pain.. like everyday.. balance .. the weight I lift on my shoulders .. boulders, a country and a couple mountains.. but who's counting ... unless it's the money.. she said I changed when I ain't want the change on me.. let em have it.. it's good to be a blessing to those who don't have it.. cause if I didn't ... I know **** well I would grasp it.. I'm tryna show time I am magic.. yellow Porsche carrera 911 package wood grain and all black leather lavish staring at the world in my rear view blasting On the gas mashin.. never ever crashin.. smooth sailing wit plenty cabbage.. she tell me slow down take my time.. I said I been Robbin all my life.. I think Ima take advantage of tonight.. DJ quik and some sprite.. future stick talk and hella yellow rice.. siracha in the marinade? Nice.. we just livin life right? We Can't afford to think twice.. so we got paid to think wise.. So we Chase our visions and sights..
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
joshua-carter
Hood ****
We never flex.. we never rest.. I learned to live with no regrets.. like nahh I ain't seen them yet.. they never come over to visit.. I still **** wit my ****** Tryna teach something and roll something everyday.. willing to listen all ways.. from every direction we tryna get paid.. I am the master of my own fate.. no slave ships just yacht days.. whips and chains just to misbehave.. Runnin for gold tryna overcome the maze.. still blasting joy and pain.. like everyday.. balance .. the weight I lift on my shoulders .. boulders, a country and a couple mountains.. but who's counting ... unless it's the money.. she said I changed when I ain't want the change on me.. let em have it.. it's good to be a blessing to those who don't have it.. cause if I didn't ... I know **** well I would grasp it.. I'm tryna show time I am magic.. yellow Porsche carrera 911 package wood grain and all black leather lavish staring at the world in my rear view blasting On the gas mashin.. never ever crashin.. smooth sailing wit plenty cabbage.. she tell me slow down take my time.. I said I been Robbin all my life.. I think Ima take advantage of tonight.. DJ quik and some sprite.. future stick talk and hella yellow rice.. siracha in the marinade? Nice.. we just livin life right? We Can't afford to think twice.. so we got paid to think wise.. So we Chase our visions and sights..
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