dead ....
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
How Much Does A Man Ejaculate
"Vos who sos to me? ... In what have we become? ... What has made us the time? Puppets
target and victims of our attempts.
I remember in your hands, your hands and your hands being born, I remember you in my legs, my legs .... and that is to your legs my body has been created.
We have denied both these destinations, we have called a thousand names cursing and sighing, longing for the glorious moments we spent with the embracing bodies, their souls and electricity delivered through each pore, each portion of this space and find ... .
We have denied the errors, we have omitted many things, a thousand questions thousand responses scary question and answer because torment that past in which we let go without letting go of the Dever, where we parted knowing we would return sooner or later.
victim
I love you so, so intense, so pit ... to feel mine every time I touch you, every time I dive into your mouth, in your chest, on your lips. I realize many things, when between the pace of your screams we become an energy pump operates, a riddle of fate that leads me to believe, to cry, to feel that with the simple fact of seeing your eyes, touching your hand, to appoint the 6 letters of your name ... to know as always, forever and from the depths of my soul,
I love you.
target and victims of our attempts.
I remember in your hands, your hands and your hands being born, I remember you in my legs, my legs .... and that is to your legs my body has been created.
We have denied both these destinations, we have called a thousand names cursing and sighing, longing for the glorious moments we spent with the embracing bodies, their souls and electricity delivered through each pore, each portion of this space and find ... .
We have denied the errors, we have omitted many things, a thousand questions thousand responses scary question and answer because torment that past in which we let go without letting go of the Dever, where we parted knowing we would return sooner or later.
victim
I love you so, so intense, so pit ... to feel mine every time I touch you, every time I dive into your mouth, in your chest, on your lips. I realize many things, when between the pace of your screams we become an energy pump operates, a riddle of fate that leads me to believe, to cry, to feel that with the simple fact of seeing your eyes, touching your hand, to appoint the 6 letters of your name ... to know as always, forever and from the depths of my soul,
I love you.
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