Wednesday, December 23, 2009

twitch

This way no one. Before everyone. Fingered by its huffed out ruin. Not everyone. But after. But before. Not for. But give to its caster.Yank the high quadrant. A vacant hour of disaffection. Mona's chamber and the whole gang. A roof top healer a circus of lamb and roasted ... what a woman's breast stuck to her mouth up the banquet a large group fluttering...a sinking feeling ...over there a sea yelp a tingling sensation of Jill's breath.. coming roud the table she's got .. you by the collar... your cock stands heel.. freight to her frigging motion.... thisis prayerto its goddess loom....