Tag: short poem

Family is trash and a bottle of water.

Essays, Musings, musings

When she opened her legs, I knew it was happening, her breast was like hot chocolates drank in a rush, one that you hope doesn't finish-...

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Cream.

musings, Poems

Cream pour out of my body in cums, sleeping to a cat and a book. She played with my vaginas with her toes, giggling. I liked how she...

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STICKS AND CARROT.

Musings, Poems, Short Poems

Its in sex we know God is real, its is never in the first skin we peel....

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