Barstool

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Draped over the barstool
like a forgotten costume,
your ass and pussy given
to insight and purity.

But I have
no secret colors,
no metaphors,
no meanings,
no fucking answers but
the answers of flesh,
no questions but whether
to fuck you
with my tongue
my dick,
or this spike I’ve had
since the Crucifixion;

My purity is
your cries of
horror and
delight.

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
AND SINCE THE BAR STOOL IS COMFORTABLE

we will try it off the floor, TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
Wow!

This is fantastic! I love the darkness of it, very sexy but very beautiful and raw at the same time.