|Top Bottoms Out, Lapses
Down, down mojito, let's hit a bump,
lollipops and poppers
and things that end in -uction
silly faggot fey-go figure
lips wrap fingers in my pucker
tight like ketamine lace
in - flux - u - ate
fuck, oh please.
drowning, gasping under toes
drawn up to fit your flexing mold
or cast. Either way,
filled in quite outside my lines.
Complete my sine,
complicate your sin.
around and around and up you go...
Stupid tape's still on.
static. static? buzz. snoring in my bed.
oh. a fruity mound of ex-ripe
Silly faggot. Tricked by a kid.
28 Jun 08
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silly winrar, trumped by a crc. this is sort of fun as long as i don't have to read it with someone else and hear his laughing at the obvious and crinching at the paradoxhyde blond in the corner.
aye don undeestunt dis.
oh...... I enjoyed this. Topping from the bottom, are you?
i never sit and tell.
the bottom with the promise of a top -- a fun ride and a devil may care 'in you end doh' playground of onomatopoeia and games lovers play in between the sheets -- every top has a bottom and so does this pome