oooo
okay madame Re Re in the F’ F’. the sanctity of flesh horse back vagina glut.
oh my.
so tender,
this smell of real bipedal bone odor.
the real jam of pores and sensual flock of hands entangled for the plebeians.
when i breathe in the dark against drunken heat waves on my check, my body cannot keep up with the tranquility. i am physically inept to breathe as deeply as my fucking brain is.
and this brain,
this mind matter. oh so crowded.
with the scents and lion stares and the silky hairs.
no one has to move a single cell from that treacherous couch any longer. i forbid myself to hold such distressed bitterness towards it.
to the beer that is seeped in its fornicatedly stained fabric. to the drugs that were fucked into so many arms of our brothers before it. to him or him
or her or him
watching hums
humming
that gigglish tune of sweet sweet love
and the bliss that the sparrows haunt in springs first feverish hour.
fuck no.
because i bleed from my holes and it makes me feel like a fucking dark lord.
oh my.
so tender,
this smell of real bipedal bone odor.
the real jam of pores and sensual flock of hands entangled for the plebeians.
when i breathe in the dark against drunken heat waves on my check, my body cannot keep up with the tranquility. i am physically inept to breathe as deeply as my fucking brain is.
and this brain,
this mind matter. oh so crowded.
with the scents and lion stares and the silky hairs.
no one has to move a single cell from that treacherous couch any longer. i forbid myself to hold such distressed bitterness towards it.
to the beer that is seeped in its fornicatedly stained fabric. to the drugs that were fucked into so many arms of our brothers before it. to him or him
or her or him
watching hums
humming
that gigglish tune of sweet sweet love
and the bliss that the sparrows haunt in springs first feverish hour.
fuck no.
because i bleed from my holes and it makes me feel like a fucking dark lord.