wh O o Sh ! ) the sun sprechen a malleable droplet of porous handles meandering careless clumps o f a and the ghost of spectral mouths ephemerate delightful femurs loaded sensual creamy morsels some alabaster muscles singing sordid
or a too short skirt i can’
t kept my skin burning cherry infatuating scald i barely am real at the pursed eternity
a raping dint of silence was bulbous in a long fettered common that thrashed calmly hues of slippery wind being largely small the city chortled deeply and it was barely exploding with rapturous clinging a loose sheet of normal night ?
the mangled silver (her humeral jousts bangled a glimmering charming wreck) dancing lively wrists jouncing purposelessly in the havoced quarters (the shopping mall fooded court ) she pasted me vocally inquiries i’d not answer dreaming sweetly of her most and naked whispering
all lips and spit rinds glittering pleasure i’m lean sinew knotting heavy gasps at nails and texture rawly rumples the divine shale your pertinent flavor strums a tattoo polished on my back upper sprouted feathers how contracting desperate talons grapple cotton bedding shouting mumbles of lipbiting sweat in tremulous arcs of pubic lint i gravitas surreptitiously the cradle of your spark spitting electric engine gloved in black hard fuzz tickling the moist tremor of my rose petals splitting tongue delivers screeching love
asoftquietafore; B OO M! grunting swirl. the speakers speak intangible friction who’s so slightly an empirical fever nursing gratuitously the male flavors encumbering the ego flecked freckles sex lisping elegantly cambered waists shrines of molten ecstasy but my lady niggles sporadic splinters in my sheath and i splay the courageous night and penetrate her plaintive giggle andrideayellowbuckingmetal to her supreme station and palm her credibly with every effect of my huddled fibers
where she is gently wet a winsome hollow in where is
springhotlycaked light boisterously exploding and a pink breaking every other colour i slave mightily to it’s hairless stubble and i stumble rightly dumb at her close cut whisper slanting ardently a moist bolt of night aggressively passive and patient she cups my puddle and with lips purely dirt she scrapes me perfect
2 & 4, we’re forested as soil drinking solids our knees benting smell nosing a lolling gaggle of riotous pink dangles a careless droop over spilling pearly sharps and crunch!y, cr!unchy; crunc!hy.”’ the minute deaths rankle or the cool common ground’s a sun draped bulging acute beige you heave chesting and spit mouthing the gentle corpse of oxygen
slap pensive light;who’s already harnessed the enormous blot sucking at visual horizon domineering uncouth lazy mammothly tiny mounds of mountain yet oft and unnecessarily gigantic the urine whitish vaults cooly my pane crashing quiet yellow dashingly dashes on the around of the scent of this space and its outside is 東京 simmering pink buds extrapolating everywhere and i hearken to the texture of the city wafting instinctualy in all my little cuts and i think we’re we and not her or i. this slight abscission of my logic and i tongue its purposeful tenor and i’ll walk in the garden of neon and it’s outside it’s tokyo and it’s: 東京…
the copious girls of summer are fair skinned laminate withs blonds all fingering about their heads the air or syllables of autumn in distinctly American voices a swaggering insomniac who is springs ugly sister but myfingers find her soft decimals and make her make verbs of quiet fucks; a distinct growl of decadent hair marching from between her hips and about who is circling the vultures of my hands. resting on her thronging paint the goldenarch of luscious flesh and she tastes like apples and cinnamon and dead my little fAll
well what am? a muscular innovation strapped cords blistering the skin bones wrapped in sinew,and aboutmy hands the cords sing softly stroked. the boughs splay and a forest gasps fronds detonate the the strands of courageous sun hair. an apparition of glory sits fouling my shoulders and i am heavy.
so come the needle stem. peaceful riot veins blue snakes. enchanting scent dump flow under and over or.
a fragment of violence.
Mr. Eliot;mr cummings,am i amongst) you?are my fathers.
by what light!this pains’ dismay is taught and frigid
it is the earth upholding my footfalls genial and slow
i tread and mark the soil as turning sunder:the stain
last frail and withered node of light 7fold and thrice
the hills are marching under that calamity of orange
duskish and fowling their curvaceous hide. i’m loose and tight
in folds of grass. and i walk
and i walk
and i w
grossly.fascinated of dense buttery light the streets is painted laughing amber and whisper it to her fair buttress this milky sity who’s nigh detestable glowing hair roils with turgid junk of cacophony drunk with metal
rusty little. we’ll go waltzing a polite fuck of youth in your tawny veins
of raping silence tonguing the velvety paint of nothing plastic thorns punishing sweetly a rose patient hands searing nouns of shapeless conformity straightly bending smooth roughness and red and yes and and and and smile little blood i’ll cup your naked furnishings and we’ll go strongly into the darkness burdened vine of stringy gargled nightmares and ;’hiccup”
there was drooping violet spate generally on the still noble sky by who ridiculous punctuation slammed unsleeping winds all about this lean laughing hound of plural singulars bounding intaglio rivulets slightly rosy chunks of love and love was punching gradually every lips and lightly whorish bruises slapped the pavements by the B!r.Ea k I,N;g’ surf
i think. i think the trees are thinking. i think the tre es a R e thinking
they say death. and they wear it. and they ware it.
it’s yellow talking on the gnarled limpets breathing from their bruising trunks. suckling my apt pupils discharging lovely decay in my small pocket of teeth and thoughts and veins. they,re an orgasm of crunching golden mort i walk through its delicious corpse and i take her. i take here. this is:
P LO DED ! a mercury ankle flexed wings digital crunch of elated cleating sunlight through the tiny between of slatted window treatments. a vanilla of hot dreaming darkness. the best nothing. a fleeting permanent second burning. and we climbed into each others mouths our pink snakes tremendously. the air was sweating jealous vanity of her. an aphrodite detonating in my cotton ocean. 500 threadcount pleasure bashful sheets clamoring beneath a writhing light of feminine stink. what a splinter. in my flavor it loves well and i
discussing with friends they,re eclectic noggins bobble suddenly slowly quick the wagging of tongues juxtaposed to startled teeth in rhythmic ques they pour daft prophecies in hideous giggling we talk and amble amiably on every topic odoring and tepid shifting slickly
it’s easy and the sun frails and we joust winking verbs and nouns and and or we entertain electric chaos screens bulging distended growls of death or cinema or. outside it’s raining, beautificly a synonym for damp patterring of a 1,ousand tiny feet and plopping uncertainly violent puddles staggering and the iron weight bears heavy on the hills dimpling the hips of earth or we are static for a few and hours we make goodbyes and promises of recurrence we,ll never keeps the night our tired bodies as we make to the cold metal leather bucket seats and outside it’s muttering rainfully beauty…
in me there is a grand heat it’s the purpose of my blood hot stinking rivers adolescent steam wafting serenade a pile of burning sex
a word tremendously whispered shatter my lips. savage Gravity my cells scream for thee. (lay open the stuttering of my heart and place in it your fluid i’ll kill every hesitation and blast your skin with shimmering agile pulsings of my lungs; emptied upon thee)
make me raw little knife. the serrations of your nails dance and please my flesh. motes of fire dimple the vassal of my will how sharp thou are