| I’m going to (lottery ticket ) fuck you the small (cigarette pack) sex is maddening me ( warm radiator) you lay there (carnation blooms) we us our bodies in sun (my bracing ) goddess I’m a sore winner (sucked tight) the movement on a horse ( white thighs) she rides the script (garden hedge) changes tonight’s shoot- out (waterfall ) ending over peaches (gasping) my come keeps you in (sea winter wind) mind. |
Wednesday, January 1
White Thighs
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