Wednesday, January 27, 2010

over there then

Over there then. The hen and other things intaglio to your bent neck.This one has his harem this cock's toloodle to her bending knee her fray on the callow tips. Candles rush your hands . You spray the wind a hefted bastard on the bulling dawn. This sheep's mattered its pulling at the feet of aimles surgeons.



Not an understanding pair, yet a fetlocked beast cashing in its crops. Wilful to the last drop. Sudden beat to the benign woodland. Around the pasture of territory and headland a precious cargo is born.



To get into him you had to move into his bed, steady tiny clutters at a time, willing the awful desire of your love.
A fresco for cheating two.