Apparently, women really
want to have sex.
But you and I, no
one will suspect.
Let them strut their
glossy trappings
While we steal a
caress and longing.
Brash fruits drop, ho-
llow in our ear;
We mutually suckle
underground.
Would that my
branches could
Find you in air, in-
hibit yor career.
I'm y' baseline, baby!
Kev
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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we are so gratified
ReplyDeleteto be as much as
possible like Jesus
that nothing else matters.