Apt are the cots to carry my wait. My weight against the apricot moon, I wait against the time like another buffoon, fucking.
Wily are the pops to fizzle my nose. My caffeinated carnal syrup, I smell the burnt must in the juice that fills up, her.
Wonderful are the bleaches to whiten my load. My wooden desk facing the dark door, I pump water towards the plumbing of a whore, loveliest.
Wily are the pops to fizzle my nose. My caffeinated carnal syrup, I smell the burnt must in the juice that fills up, her.
Wonderful are the bleaches to whiten my load. My wooden desk facing the dark door, I pump water towards the plumbing of a whore, loveliest.