Poetic nights of electrical showers From weed stricken pin houses; And feverish little minds betreey me Like lost words coming to late Rivers float over mr on blood My teeth worn as a necklace Prize to my defeated pride Going onward to the last day It is boiling, bitter, red; it is love! Her legs before me like towers Holding my attention like pain Running my fingers over her, slowly Traceing her breast with the tips of my fingersBirth sign: Not entered
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