Is It Poetry
Death Has Opened My Eye - Poem by Is It Poetry
and drawn it seemed forever the condom on him.
Too embraced its lips,
plunging my language in the soft tank of its mouth.
Why sweet, so why feathers spread my legs
and am high for me with horse on him,
taking all him deeply in me.
My thick hair of she-cat owes lt' to have tickled
while I slipped in top and bottom,
downwards and rise to face it he laughed nervously a little.
Cotton kept above,
in top and bottom, top and bottom,
more quickly and more quickly oily so;
that friction produces between us was so large,
Jades mercurial' thought that we would burst in the open flame.
Death has opened my eye to see that his screwed it closed
and its face was covered with sweat
while my whole body was wet like if all the juice 'd'
love with lt' interior of me filtered outside my pores It arched his postpones it suddenly, and suddenly my lights went out.
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