i hold m ass in my wifesass when ever possible yes yes yes. prick trick old school ew wan lt woo ... lt. woo. .... loo ten it woo. ... oh sugar touch me sister fist her. when it turns out i am a man. it looks good from the balcony save me some ham for my (sandwiches) my sandwiches mayonaise friend says give me mustard i says no. no mustard no pickle no. you eats what is this meats for brains good lord trains ... a finger on my skull past the willows and the wend of my mind into the sky between my ears tracing gently the folds to the gap where matter decomposes. she feels me when i speak and this i smile because of how i feel her when she feels me. last night reading hidden leaves, reading Tsunetomo, i thought to myself 'i need a Way' this morning i realized a Way has me. and perhaps, or so it seems, the same Way has her. she resonates in me. .... to produce or exhibit, to respond as if by, to relate harmoniously. she fills me. she fills me, harmoniously. o how i desire the taste of her, the softness of lips on mine. soft till slick, the warm wet push of the tongue. the will of god tangled in lingual massage- the will of god tasted on the tongue of the goddess- the will of God spun into vortex when through a slit of eyelash i dare peek into the radiant ocean, orbus azure- she sees me she sees me. i see her. everything. as it should be. |
i became Homer the fucking poet when i first met and screwed nico. you see girls? you see what you can inspire? |
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new female interest (whether you've "gotten any" or not) is inspiring. |
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