Thursday, March 12, 2009

holy fucking christ.

deviant smiles at the thoughts of what i want to do you
addiction to friction creates the pungence of funky residues
puddles of liquids pounding gluteus maximus lipids
its a slippery slope, but who the fuck cares
love and lust, incriminating evidence on bed sheets crust
fuck its been a while ive been coughin up dust
wake of virgos full rising
theres no denying at the perfect timing
its tantalizing
can you feel the pressure climbatizing?

pant, pant, boom, bust. repeat 5 times for results.

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