Before the weeping fountain.
You strike me down with quick decision;

The night table.
A shrine of cheap perfumes and the best of K.Y Jelly And Astroglide,
Anything for the ladies.
"I wont ignore your poetry and golden tubes" The slight nod of
Secrets shared was spotted by a drifter in your womb, bringing the melody to the flesh. I dare not share, what he told me
Never the jam, my piano necktie couldent stir
These are the stitches, I beg you seize this embrace
Back tattooed with Jesus on the cross, make the captain think twice before whiping me the colour of milk.
Luckely the pills put in our drinks did not turn out a worse case scenario. It did cause a more open minded sexual act.
I was sitting on a milestone.
Turning the wedding ring on my finger, still thinking about;

A house haunted.

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