Tag: sauce
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Saucier 2
I know I dropped ball, one set of feet fall In the corridors between my empty halls Like silver beams scaffolding between Kabbalah balls I know I played my part in the closing of her heart Days dart by as if bound for bullseye, I’m playing Guitar Hero Outside Rome’s burning, I am Nero Short…
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Saucier
She is riveting, has me exhausted Señora doing sauce, the steaming faucet rivering she elbows off See you’re doing sauce, my voice carries across the room I’m not far behind, my hands on her ass like frost on grass Under the glass lid of the pan something class is in the planning She slaps my…