Teeth, don't leave!
Spite the white liquid
from my bosom's sleeve
Teeth, please stay!
Spite the white Angel
me arms doth sway
I'm a slave to her lips
as she grips to my heart
and to my twisted hips
can no wits will apart
a mother's wild love
for her child or her art
Samstag, 28. Juli 2012
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muffin top - chalice reject
I look particularly fat in Warrior Two, as I noticed in the large mirror in the workout room at the gym where yoga class is held. The bone t...
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Stubbornly seeking the next orgasm To relish in every joyful spasm Hours upon hours without woes As pleasure cums and goes Again and aga... -
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Are we humans still interested in our destiny? Have we lost sight of our original path? As we circle around on a meaningless carousel of...