think about it for a minute. what is going on? i think i am getting hornier by the second i think that my life is good but to fuck and have sex is even better, and making love is the best. to know that someone who makes you horny is within your grasp, understand that i am getting horny and tired of my hand after what went on you think id be clever am i? hell no! gay pride forever!! and where else but this city can you have a good time where it seems to be just to breath in some places a crime most of the guys i see i could sleep with, there isn't much choice, an old guy driving by in a custom-made rolls royce ah, yesss, love me please, worship my body, make me cry sighing pleasure that feels like youre getting high life sure changes, i missed the 70's, i know the summer of sam, the free sex and plenty of rows to ho so the 2001 is ready, it can really go i want to go, down low very few know my secret, very few really care well, i guess i gotta, gotta be fair gay and horny, a bad combo, im sure of that ooh, that boy, he looks fierce and not fat erotic dreams of those i have slept with, im not there yet i'm not a dominatrix, no one is my pet as the night dawns, and later night turns to day i close my eyes, listen to the music, and begin to sway hey, baby, are you a good lay hey, you, does this answer your question?? F-U-C-K!!
Reason for writing:
okay maybe ive lost my mind. for once, im entitled
Birth sign: Aries
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