Tag: passion
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Wood
Anger is the fastest burning fuel. It grew and grew, kindling crackled like ships fucking Depleting fast Like ammo blasting from greased trigger repeaters in hundred man duels The beach where in peaceful days A bearded priest preached for the seas, now corpse-strewn; Civilised men are become beasts and author their own misfortunes.
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Orgasm as miracle condiment
My woman’s pre-Flood tall; seems, seen standing, on stilts To reach that flooded coochie leap like a salmon Pussy so tight night before exams, cramming No marmalade here, this cock I’m jamming but not as Marley sang it Jacob Marlay clanging clanking, that much in the bank. Vault’s unsealable. Revealed solely to me, full moon…
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Orb of Maybes
To love and suffer, to suffer another, is embarrassing awfully I wouldn’t permit it normally but I am bit; the romance of Paris Makes my heart Her garret; Her sweet nothings mine parrots Where it leads; the lesson dawns: the tale in telling grows awesomely Awaiting first frost’s thaw, in awe of glassy, classy, crystalline…
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Lover’s Declaration IV
Looking upon that frail image Of dashed innocence handsome Fractured armature obscene, needless casualty Why, Jove? Bleeding for loves which in actuality Divorced from lover fantasy Could never happen Young captains cut down standing Loaves never to leaven, for them heavengoing Like a crab crushed, rushed by gulls Never to grow to a man full…
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whiteinside
Pockets like a mini roll got white inside Proffer me a proper hole, get right inside Red veins in my eyes, rode like I stole it In the coochie doing donuts, six trebling Thrusting faster than a bonus level, she trembling Don’t feed me after midnight, this Gremlins Don’t check my pockets, the soap is…
Alchemisland 