valentine to my girl, my quiet girl
sevensins
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Valentines Day surprise
collumilitive collective bioluminescent banter back and forth from station to station on a frequency carried by 2 receivers,
the sun is up, the moon is out, and my love is standing in a cupid costume chaffing at your doorstep.
Male belly dancer rubs well lubed body across you stained glass windows, as he sings the words to "my endless love"...backwards,
Small tricycle and a bottle of wine conduct theories together on what will make 2+2 equal a case for 3+3, as the newly licensed driver hits a tree but leaves it unmarked and unhurt.
Birds fly on wires from your gutters dragging them down and tossing them through your cars window....I had nothing to do with that
I had have, had, having too many memories of not remembering your birthday..April 8th April 8th..7th...8th its 6th...no 8th, so I put on an extra pair of one sock and beat the hell out of your mail box. Now its filled with sock and love
I toss wind to caution and kiss you on your porch. I swear I love you and hold your legs to my chest, clawing at your skirt. dry humping your leg as the dog growls in jealousy. I throw him a conversation bone and take you to your room. Fine massage oils oiling up a well oiled bubble tea for sipping wile I rub down the back massage....belly dancer yelling "Tapioca!" from out your window.
You dissolve under my touch and fingers find there way to well kept secrets, selling satisfaction to time and urgent economy. Your lips graze mine and we swim together, my moments in you and I become more than just a voice and/or freak who fucked up your gutters and car.
"Tapioca!!" He's screams the words like bloody murder now. You call out to him “Oregano!". So I slap you in the face, I'm not gunna hurt you, I'm not gunna hurt you. Bubbles enter room from hallway, door ajar! Cupid stands in doorway...chaffing...very hairy man blows bubbles round semi circles of full circle love.
Temptingly I temp you with temporary straw and some form of Danish sex continues no questions asked. I cum....you cum...I yell....you squeal....10 times before I hit the ground. You cry those happy versions of tears, still I must wipe them away and let my kiss linger 2 seconds too long but 10,000 too short.
You take nap at time that is now, and when you wake up I will be here....but the goats are getting here at 1-1:15 something like that, but you sleep till then. I'll do the dishes
collumilitive collective bioluminescent banter back and forth from station to station on a frequency carried by 2 receivers,
the sun is up, the moon is out, and my love is standing in a cupid costume chaffing at your doorstep.
Male belly dancer rubs well lubed body across you stained glass windows, as he sings the words to "my endless love"...backwards,
Small tricycle and a bottle of wine conduct theories together on what will make 2+2 equal a case for 3+3, as the newly licensed driver hits a tree but leaves it unmarked and unhurt.
Birds fly on wires from your gutters dragging them down and tossing them through your cars window....I had nothing to do with that
I had have, had, having too many memories of not remembering your birthday..April 8th April 8th..7th...8th its 6th...no 8th, so I put on an extra pair of one sock and beat the hell out of your mail box. Now its filled with sock and love
I toss wind to caution and kiss you on your porch. I swear I love you and hold your legs to my chest, clawing at your skirt. dry humping your leg as the dog growls in jealousy. I throw him a conversation bone and take you to your room. Fine massage oils oiling up a well oiled bubble tea for sipping wile I rub down the back massage....belly dancer yelling "Tapioca!" from out your window.
You dissolve under my touch and fingers find there way to well kept secrets, selling satisfaction to time and urgent economy. Your lips graze mine and we swim together, my moments in you and I become more than just a voice and/or freak who fucked up your gutters and car.
"Tapioca!!" He's screams the words like bloody murder now. You call out to him “Oregano!". So I slap you in the face, I'm not gunna hurt you, I'm not gunna hurt you. Bubbles enter room from hallway, door ajar! Cupid stands in doorway...chaffing...very hairy man blows bubbles round semi circles of full circle love.
Temptingly I temp you with temporary straw and some form of Danish sex continues no questions asked. I cum....you cum...I yell....you squeal....10 times before I hit the ground. You cry those happy versions of tears, still I must wipe them away and let my kiss linger 2 seconds too long but 10,000 too short.
You take nap at time that is now, and when you wake up I will be here....but the goats are getting here at 1-1:15 something like that, but you sleep till then. I'll do the dishes
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yah, i know all that ladys really want is for a guy to fuck up there gutters and car.
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todays the day man. Grab i slege hammer and start breakin shit! lol
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