It was the most amazing thing anyone had done to me, and it felt like my cock was in heaven
. I liked girls, bu now I had begun to like guys too.
. mary’s daddy
loves lightening
in peach jars
white and cold
her mommy
plays dice
and
spinning wheels
feeling young
while looking old
mary’s brother
died last august
on a smoked filled
rocky plain
her sister
gobbles crispy creams
like losers swallow pain
mary dances
all alone
turns heads
and feeds desire
the spotlight
cloakes
what she does not
her flesh
volcanic fire
mary’s world
those glistening eyes
and words
that have no sound
lust filled minds
her breath of life
their need
her lost
and found
chairs
upturned
lights are gone
no whistles
shouts or moans
the sun is up
sweet mary down
adrift
and
far from home.
It was the most amazing thing anyone had done to me, and it felt like my cock was in heaven
. I liked girls, bu now I had begun to like guys too.
. mary’s daddy
loves lightening
in peach jars
white and cold
her mommy
plays dice
and
spinning wheels
feeling young
while looking old
mary’s brother
died last august
on a smoked filled
rocky plain
her sister
gobbles crispy creams
like losers swallow pain
mary dances
all alone
turns heads
and feeds desire
the spotlight
cloakes
what she does not
her flesh
volcanic fire
mary’s world
those glistening eyes
and words
that have no sound
lust filled minds
her breath of life
their need
her lost
and found
chairs
upturned
lights are gone
no whistles
shouts or moans
the sun is up
sweet mary down
adrift
and
far from home.
It was the most amazing thing anyone had done to me, and it felt like my cock was in heaven
. I liked girls, bu now I had begun to like guys too.
. mary’s daddy
loves lightening
in peach jars
white and cold
her mommy
plays dice
and
spinning wheels
feeling young
while looking old
mary’s brother
died last august
on a smoked filled
rocky plain
her sister
gobbles crispy creams
like losers swallow pain
mary dances
all alone
turns heads
and feeds desire
the spotlight
cloakes
what she does not
her flesh
volcanic fire
mary’s world
those glistening eyes
and words
that have no sound
lust filled minds
her breath of life
their need
her lost
and found
chairs
upturned
lights are gone
no whistles
shouts or moans
the sun is up
sweet mary down
adrift
and
far from home.
