Picked ripe from the vine of the insane…
Vibrating hands defend against the mundane…
Words of gibberish and guff…
There is never enough… enough…
Microscopic organisms and robotic frenzy…
Elementary mindsets seem rather cleansing…
With a jolt and jerk…
The nomad begs to work…
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
She is the fruit of the purity in my body heart mind and soul that is a eaten wet pulsing hot explosion in the moment I am fed completely satisfied and you were a hunger for a full ecstacy of the orgasmic guyser I have been blessed to be in the flow but it will become my own river of seed to the journey together for a becoming one inside of each other in a sexual connection with emotional bonding growing together for a love Born
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Thank you for sharing.🖤
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