Going Down, Right Back Up.
By CarlIVPoetry
Toxic taste in glowing waste. Sucker-punched by the blistering heat... Lips set in stone, moaning for the desire. Weakness has its strong points... bending my arm backwards so I dont break my back. Gently she sits upon my face, teasing with moist. Like a brother I turn in disguist. Due to fake orgasm and stubble. Tounge torn, untied, rewind... Leaving pants buttoned... trying to forget a flavor unknown. Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 12:42 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Toxic taste in glowing waste...."