a nympho's poem
Aloof, aloft, apart from sin of a beast,
Between parted thighs one would feast.
Through musk and mush; seditious beauty,
Forsaken heaven and gone to carnal duty.
Between parted thighs one would feast.
Through musk and mush; seditious beauty,
Forsaken heaven and gone to carnal duty.
1 Comments:
nice poem... mean commentary. (shakes head)
1:43:00 AM
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