If I was a girlI know exactly what kindof vagina I'd have:A dead hibiscus;Yawning, stretching its major labiumto the sunlight,Then succumbing to night..
a combined forty-eight years experiencein romantic inexperience.a new girlwith a new throat.she handed methe clandestine candle.an awkward apathy,a co..
I've always likedThese city nights.Issey Miyake variant,Dancehall blaring to reveal my insecurities,And the blessed oral fixation.Why I would hope to ..
Derivative reds,But no salt scent.And no end to the sand-fly's bite.It is the end for this paralian.Clandestine is such a pretty wordFor something sur..