Preachers Fuck
By CarlIVPoetry
Retreat into a solice of solitude Never ending laugh Slippery hands on a tacky underneath You've lost your glow draping the dark cloth over your glow worm sleeping with trouble awake in perfection Scratching a Cayman Islands half-moon against a shallow grown beard. Panty hose pulled to a tight nose. We rob your purity during oblivious... Give to my sexual needs.... and rape you with a Christian mind. (Praise me below the belt.) (Never to know me above.) Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 03:17 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Retreat into a solice of solitude..."