With teeth and claw
I pick old man's beard
.
Texas tea spilled and spluttered.

I'm company grade Industrial steel coal mining business.

Silver fish line the carpet
and crawl the walls at night.
Brown hotel, on a brown street,
merely a brown spot on the coffee
stained map of Arkansas.

Flee with me o flit of curves,
and when I pull the finger out of your mouth
with cheek scrapings clinging to my hand
I want you to say more than "Ouch"

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Her head rattled back and forth like
a paint can in a mixer,
and just then her tits began floating
above her skin.
They slid to her knees and she stood
up with me still inside her and
began to walk backwards, chanting
some voodoo I couldn't make out.
I could do no more than cum,
it's doubtful any man could stand it.

Yeah she was certainly wood chipper material.
I still got a piece of her round' here somewhere's,

07/22/2009

Posted on 07/23/2009
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