Puddles of wet

her stink on yer fingers is the sweetest perfume for me.

Can you feel me feel it too?

I am going to say good night bout now. All my intuition says I lost you long time ago. N you just putting up with me so I am not total alone.  I can fix that. Couple a years with Us be better n nothing.
I know what I have to offer.  With that magic wand it do me like crazy. But without no company it
hurts loads. I never knew I could cum like this. Like it goes on n on and on. Could a done five minutes again more it looked like but I cut it off after say seven in a row. I never thot one could cum too much. My imagination is way better n the best porn.  Every day you miss out too. But why do I
bother why do I not just take a hint? Because You be the only boy who came back as a girl just for me. I know this. You know this too. So with this kind of genesis what can one expect. What are you afraid of? The longer We be apart the easier it gets. Pretty soon We be go, Gita who? It be a matter of course. Life takes up its place on old lost worthless rhymes. And left over panties I treasure. The problem is I am in love with a girl who can take me or leave me, preferably leave me. What am I doing? Begging some well outed girl to love me and she feels it be a joke. This is no fun for you and no fun for me too. I am going to try and  stay away from this machine. For as long as I can. I will write in the dark. See if any of it is publishable. Who knows? Gonna be worse n quitting Junk. I got a save my life. I do not wanna spend any more of my life with no cuddles. Going to go to work and forget about girls entire. They always pop up. None so beautiful as Laura, but I got asked by some girl who had spent the night slumming it. N she wanted to come to my place  my car anyplace n fuck. I turned her down too God only knows where she has been all night. But she was striking. As a boy it seemed only the girls I knew liked sex. A whole social phenomena said women are more interested in love and hight reaching thinks and ponder holy things. As if to say my dick is not holy, or my girls kunt be unholy for me. especially during her unclean times. I guess in the desert and no place to bathe one could get rather rank. But today there is not a thing unclean about any healthy girl. Anytime of the month. The as predicted water to easy hand is plentiful a miracle in itself for desert people.
And is predicted as well as bombs weighing 100 lbs and scortch a third of the earth. If one reads carefully sweet spirits Juice is released. A sweet aha. It is between the lines where true lusciousness is found.

In thy case it is between the thighs.
tug n pulling me in.

B . Rex:  02