God woman I love you

No fig leaves left to obscure Our view of the insides of things n wedding rings

N holy Trinities Bloom only in Our wedding room

N a pocket full of posy husha husha we all fall down this is syphilis in a children's

rhyme it was so prevalent Queen Victoria banned all pleasure as sinful it fucking killed half of the aristocracy or more. Rotting from the inside out is no erotic throb. 

Fuck polite propriety n suave propinquity come to me tomorrow just jump in a car or plane n get thy ass Home to me.
We are Well on the way and yet still need momentum push I can feel it begin to slide people lose interest quick n this one gonna keep em alert for a thousand years who can do more? Get to me bitch n let me lunch on you so bad maybe even dinner dine too God almighty girl it is time to welcome Our future n if you think I be do anything a fuck Us up you be off tilt n in a illegal play. I need thy knees so I can suck em anytime instead a taking work time away in dreams wild n insistent dreams of thee n thy dimpled knees I so ache a hump so bad. I bet you like the idea of thousands of boys masturbating to visions n pictures of you I would too if I was a girl for sure. I think you be selimatu I so just do how did she get them pictures of norah jones naked n  I just never thot to ask n by the time I tried again nobody remembered some old mans delusions again ya right a Norah Jones naked Pictures page on Google? n they censor my blog? Life is not fair it be not even about who ya know but more about who you rhymes with know? N I fear for that for girls all over the world having to trade their sweet youth for food to live to wed. And keep her secrets hid. She be shame that belongs to me n so not to her. Forgive me girls God almighty forgive Us, please.


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