- Erotic Poetry
- Tick Deep
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Followed by sick to the stomach flies who vomit on everything they desire. It used to be toothbrushes, spurs, and a saddle. Thanks for the spank bank material. I groove to nature. I'm a bear and you're being mauled. "I get that." You're in traction and I'm back. Just as wooly and loud as you remember. Then things become veterinary and I've got a tick deep in the folds of my ear. "I have to take your temperature." I can't fit that under there even with a fever. I want to put my pussy in a bear trap and make you eat it. Squiggle. I wish for a six foot long tongue to trace your insides at the asshole. You are the white of the oreo. The unexpected cool, clean red grape in a picnic basket with a torn brown bottom.
