Storm on my cheek, cigarettes and wine for company
Oh we need this cold come again
Whoop whoop! Homi
Dancing young skirts up High sexy & holy
Enter left fantasy
Sans comedie oder tragedie
And words! Oh fine
Company and the signs,
Sigils for nature’s remedy
Where is my bride, tucked away at
My found home tight, too tight
Alphas & Romeos, no song for you tonight
Competition on the telly, just in case
Folks, just in case you might
Need some tennis, racing, or other shallow
Delight. Fuck off.
Come hither & let me lick you
Wide open. Give me
your creamy insight
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| some snow on the TV |
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