Xana's Magnetic Collection This one's for all the Smithies
A symphony of drunk, black, breasts lick puppy sausage under a luscious liquid breeze
bitter on the tongue.   This Boy's Life Chocolate moments boil on his delicate skin
like a thousand honey girls exploring. Magic love shines lathering sleep onto one languid
from peach summers and pictures of motherly death.   Ritual
Sweet garden of eternity fresh as her velvet dream, poison my rhythm and
incubate beneath my ghost whispering to bloody goddesses, screaming to diamond shadows.
A vision of desire dances through me as if beating frantically, having dreams of beauty.
My language is an apparatus used only to worship you. |
Ted's Poetry She manipulated me as all do
The elaborate symphony of love The delicate beauty crying for me
Were but a thousand sad lies. Love will crush you my friend
Yet we still moan deliriously for it.
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