Sunday, March 29, 2009


Nubile Nobility
Restricting my mobility
imprint from where her seams were
with trees tied like a turnaquit

She moans in soliloquy
depicting my ability
to trace hebrew sandscript between her
LEGS, I cant count the times you've convulsed around you celestial spheres

I'd get you to bind me so you can be my typist
your cadence was welcome, when all I could click was populist.

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