

worker beei want to kiss the bud of your mouth until it blossoms like the cherry red earth of california gardens, until your lips sting from the spring of my puckerworker bee
and i'm left buzz buzz buzzing.


afterglowsometime during love you search for a light but find your picture insteadafterglow
just a thin sheet of gloss where the bulb should be, telling why in the sticky blue dark i kiss you like it's the sun in my eyes.


wake up it's winterthe light coming in through the window makes this some other city that i've never been to where everything feels free and the clouds don't ever leave and the trees hang down and you and I kiss in secret places laying in the grass and we forget about who we were before we let the twilight swallow us wholewake up it's winter
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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бог мертв
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my convoluted contribution to the world's evolution
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Kikikiki
Friar's Tuck!
Music!
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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