Fuck

Fuck

Wearily and tearfully I swallow this denial of penance.
You should permeate while I plot, in the wavering cascade of my dreams.
Wickedly, unfurling in the delights of my twisting turmoil.
Murky as dismal the recesses of my mind.
Solution negative like the hypno-erotic trail of thine smoke, you are the derogative of my prerogative.

Inside the sire of the spire, lays the rancid spore, writhing in simultaneous consummating sweat with an infected whore.

Repeatedly, rouged from the rouse.
Heatedly, devilled and dishevelled.
Erosion of rubber glamorous gone erotic.
Propulsion of sticky explosion from the compulsion.



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