Before The Six A..M. Sex
Follow all your comings. Her flash-colored sparks make for something tunic-
Sounding shivers that a havoc may one time have mistakenly called the ring-
Size bending or turning back or having the back face his front with a gusto
The love of the lust makes when someone somebody calls a whore teaches/
Corrects your flushed dunk and every peculiar way of counting rings, tunics
Fallacies, underwear, moving unstigmatized liquid, an oven, seven pins
. There it is, a flow, the zits burst as all the comings follow fears, this flash.
Oh and it's not a gazette you're reading. Not everybody thinks it's a look-up on
All the laws on those walls you've spat the semen you've swallowed upon. Spit
The words. They are not a befitting. Your fuck is a tarnished wallow, my dear/
The devil. What of those reach and this lighting cigarette feasting fasting
Can your vagina wet? Feel it. Fringes are better than a soul
Your skin wastes. Teething fish, fighter planes, these cannot touch you.
A rip of the biblicals is what your mouth reeks of when taking flights
Make you make me want you dead as a canal, a coin, a coined asinine line
Like 1. words only eyes can hear, 2. was it right?, 3. ....nothing but destroy
Follow the comings, then. Beast it up, if you like: I know the Cosmopolitan
Sex is a clothing, as if you and i were but everything but a changed.
Sounding shivers that a havoc may one time have mistakenly called the ring-
Size bending or turning back or having the back face his front with a gusto
The love of the lust makes when someone somebody calls a whore teaches/
Corrects your flushed dunk and every peculiar way of counting rings, tunics
Fallacies, underwear, moving unstigmatized liquid, an oven, seven pins
. There it is, a flow, the zits burst as all the comings follow fears, this flash.
Oh and it's not a gazette you're reading. Not everybody thinks it's a look-up on
All the laws on those walls you've spat the semen you've swallowed upon. Spit
The words. They are not a befitting. Your fuck is a tarnished wallow, my dear/
The devil. What of those reach and this lighting cigarette feasting fasting
Can your vagina wet? Feel it. Fringes are better than a soul
Your skin wastes. Teething fish, fighter planes, these cannot touch you.
A rip of the biblicals is what your mouth reeks of when taking flights
Make you make me want you dead as a canal, a coin, a coined asinine line
Like 1. words only eyes can hear, 2. was it right?, 3. ....nothing but destroy
Follow the comings, then. Beast it up, if you like: I know the Cosmopolitan
Sex is a clothing, as if you and i were but everything but a changed.
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