Millennium v3p32
C3B1-b
Even shoulders had anuses
in the concept of an inner prose
the heat burns down your fantasies as
honest as impatience queer cramped
then babyish winsome aversion (you)
comfortably indecisve clapping
for spread the possessiveness threw
tongues memory, that appeal to the cheap
gratifies one more rhapsodic corrective
foreplay as
nullification act but you've got guys
who tell you that, even the stress is under stress --
it has poke! -- we hurt:
hotel me
I go to cramp now
I've given my feelings a recess:
lease my body? -- salacious handstands penalize
the crush apologies for
hymen queered with drugs you call blood dismantling
inhibition atmosphere a sperm
reprimand, a cattledrive through your small emotions --
you still got --
lack of confidence makes for density unprevaricationally yours
trick down continuity per bedroom