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I Marvel at Cha I DO
I marvel at cha. I do.
Your serpentine build Your childlike charm,
The curve of your back, The hole in your arse, so velvety warm,
The taste of your skin, The touch of your hair,
The smell of vinegar and chlorine in your taint, That I sop up like a biscuit to gravy without any care,
I load my gun and shoot, I do.
. [Edited 9/27/11 16:32pm] | |
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This is excellent. It's almost sexual in its subtle nuances. It reminds me a little of someone I once knew, who smelled like swimming pools. Sometimes I cry. Imagine if right now you lost everything you have, then got it back, how happy you'd be. | |
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The warmth you leave me with Is like turkey gravy on Thanksgiving Day Slopping over mashed potatoes Drowning me in wet aeriform Illusions that will last long past Any preconceived holidays Involving legs or thighs... "Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything." --Plato
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NewYorkMike = Bria Valente
The Org is trying to censor me. Beyonce ain't got shit on me. | |
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but the bolded... surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years... | |
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