Some guy flipped me off driving a Honda Fit. I just pointed at his car and laughed till he cried.

[big baby]

no show vs fig in Winter Topical

it's more like, a metaphor for where these verbs drift
where the feline between your green legs isn't purring.
I whisper a singular poem, intervened breaths so unnerving
words strip your soul, sea of stress. these tulips converging
watering your rose-bed. prime faucet, growth blossoms from its roots
inundating so awesome, saliva droplets form caution to your fruit
pass the rush. or taste a grasp and cusps, as this stallion busts
if that weren’t enough. try & answer love. I forget the science
pinned you against a wall. gravities ineffective on your capricorn-like lust
explode inside, where no man has triumphed. this lions magic thrust
most physical law forms can’t resolve this defying act of lust
i’m programmed to fuck. software interprets the code you want unlocking
decipher the matrix surface, aboard this horny locksmith
to unload this perverted trojan horse that ive concockted
if collarbones are for nibbling, the arch you form is my hearts’ synopsis searching
I could sense your chakra flowing, and fully diagnose it as lava whirling.
my pinocchio woody has come to surface, and surely he is not so nervous
to jerk and spit on your prada purses, my serpent lynch. Give God your cervix.
pilot this plane, til’ your metatarsal bones are marked for curling
dress you up in blush hickey pools, that come in forms of bursted galaxies
connecting constellation schools along your basin.
Create a perfect map of these. so innately, the Gods awaken to admire dreams.
jealous of the coloration my tongues creating.
hum a vibrational moan that travels through my lips
& phonetically pulsates your queen, in this dulcet extreme
with such a connotational tone, it unravels through your hips
observe tiny ripples spawn when I palm your backside with force
squirm at the gaudy impact, it’ll feel like a landmine with torque
It’s assinine. But worse, is that I’m a pressure censored drone
one step forward; this leprechaun of golds', registered to explode
an emphatic long-kiss, stops it. long enough for me to inform
interrupted long-breaths, I disclose to my messengers not to go
report our love like a perfect swarm. so exciting when it drips rain
your thunderstorm nails, cleave marks like bolts of lightning on my ribcage
An abstract author would call it : - Athena/Zeus; role reversal bitframe
thought you'd haul my spinal cord along my torso with that look on your face
weather report forecasted downpouring sex hormones once you took off your lace
testosterones useless. There’s nothing that could handle your moistiness
a titanic story twist. Paddle boats first, but I’d rather drown in the coitus
tempestuous fire. You could come test me, if you think that I’m idle
one hell of a cinch, you’d think it was sex for survival for your bellowing prince
the way that delicate kiss, turns into pecks of revival for my yellowish skin
You’re my featherette. My gentleness. This gentlemen itching to guide through
arch your back 1 more inch, that’s exactly 1 more that’s stretching inside you
so settle in this, one more length of your lips', leathery licks
my dollar bills whisper washingtons' ingenuous haiku
while you’re clenching your fist. Id come clench it beside. move
to let you know we’re on fire, I feel when you flinch. souls so close together
they send a message, as to hint, our life forces are vital.
i’m an immense horse, riding on his Pegasus to find you
and when my soldiers enriched. He could spread his wings. Your vagina