obey me
By St Alcohol
obey me times ten the ringing old interruption while we fuck on the couch did i say fuck? my literate taste old renissance man meant making love and the world will revolve and times... and i'm a man now, son so be it and she likes the curls on my chest shes marked me labeled me her toy as if i had eyes for any other contemptual mainstream o beaded art of sweat she complains of garlic i complain of fish and finally, i get one "oh god" out of her Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 01:05 PM PST 0 • 13
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"obey me..."