walking the length of the Sahara with no water this is an oasis no words finding beauty glaring back my semen your egg barren swallow no words knee highs mean hot a repeating warden and me in solitary and me without my deoderant and me without a tic-tac you look pretty young no words here are the conditions, i'll go in bareballs is fifty ok? a hundred? no words whose is it bitch? whose is it? grab a nipple something sharon wouldn't do no words wash up after infection can lead to rejection you're a pro every wednesday then? shhhh, no words
Reason for writing:
life of a 'John'
Birth sign: Virgo
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