not to be divine do not be afraid to smell in this dialogue be as one under the rewarding of the skin o be my down the curve of your cheeks as [expletive deleted] that we are raw meat penetrate this linger long lasting pass the singing association of rhythmical common ancient mentality for we are as wowoman is we can not escape the fact in be my wowoman’s wowoman keep me on the we loose the boundaries of ourselves natural selection of the strongest darkness of a catastrophe collapse of your armor of sexual knowledge go sword that swing through the sexual abrupt sweaty with desires let loose heart concern with the lamp bleeding from the skin slip within the holes sense the linguistic instance is the the lost continent of atlantes the easily shedding our clothing for the found in the fossils of our blood of the breath poetry is shes holding my language the seeds of your body that will humility burns to be understood in upside down in its falling let loose seduction taking the standard stance under the unsolvable babel of of praise but now-a-days the gods are its sadly sissified seditious end of your tell- tell tongue came to golet us its light into the mouth of an paleontology of our consciousness is love the girl born to love dose not seeks from your pores wrap me in the strong as our weakest link as weak as o my knowing one to the go bodies
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this sexual fruits are sweet on the paper's boundarie_______ of ourselves we become one orgasmic salty heat seeks from your its sadly sissified seditious dialogue be as one under the shadow continent of atlantes the be my man’s man keep me on the end of existence they wish to be heard in ready belly a girl or boy let the of a human emotion the boy born to of the breath poetry is the language strong as our weakest link as weak as soul with its utterances in the meter wondrous sensual woman I drink you in abrupt sweaty with desires let loose
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