No more food a body
accompanying desire for hunger,
that look pale
evaporating from unclean clothes spit through his throat.
That single thought
adorning the brain as a traveler lost in the fog,
meat they call, silence
excite, but only the devil rise.
Drill, cross, drive, look untouched,
the liquid in the sky causing lacerations
rain, the rain that falls on the desert
and brings out the lust.
The tower is erect and penetrated
to heaven orgasm
exhaled vapor
the bodies lying on clockwise.
Rushing
have become prisoners of the lips
carrying a knife between her legs, dreaming nightmares
the charms of the night.
Figure
brief has been forced as deafness
murmur to the wall and kisses and words
launches with dagger in his hand as a sign of threat.
Alone
Standing in silence, walking spaces
damping
languages \u200b\u200bintimate contact.
hands fall, rise,
are transported to other legs, a body of bodies
not limited
a voice that screams,
not point a finger, but moving
,
lets him know that she is
who it is.
Alone,
the edge of the fire, burning
in wet flames
slowly falling, navel
warns that happens,
an earring, a language
clammy sweat.
She laughs alone.
Drink water without being thirsty, skin bursting
,
seminal fluid is completely empty.
Close your eyes, sinuses
stoke,
pores
operating without spark that detonates.
Alone,
feel that comes
few minutes of silence and the heat drops of rain.
She laughs alone.
Masturbation is a Freudian slip.
I've been sex
I too have been sex without vibration
own throbbing meat.
I was waving, senile
sometimes stained with blood of others.
orgasms Witnessing
the explosive mechanics are bodies, erect
brain deceives
the great truth hidden between the legs.
Charm of the female is his walk serene, sex
mine, knowing my absence;
I bow in her chest, lick his eyes,
the road slowly, without haste tear.
I've been sex, sleeping
tracks somewhere,
moisture down neck
bitten lips, nails
crazy screaming my name without knowing it.
Evoking the sighs I plunge into some abyss,
I've been a victim of deception, disruption
my ephemeral, and will take you
waste as reusable, absurdly sensitive
and penetrable.
The charm of the women are in their walk serene, voluptuous
such incitement calling me in his eyes.
I was sex in its walls, in your sky, in their warm beds excited
violence degenerated
me and I restrain myself, flirting,
moan to keep the charm.
At the end of the night in which have been sex,
I come, I will ...
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