Pickled feelings, charbroiled heart, Plated tribute to your memory. Commissure, I'm dimpled shy Intrigued by thigh and pleasure high, I leak forgiveness, goddess mine, Oh, tenderness of sorrow. Beseeching mushroom can't redeem, The flagellated yearning. Your pussy custard, sieged my will, Afar I hear it being whisked, I gently heat the eggs and milk, Vanilla stick just drips, drips, drips. I would have kept your dying breath, And spawn eternity of misery. You interweave a latent threat, A loincloth made of tirany. My girth grip on your neck, The prick between my legs, You're dry, I'm always wet, The rant continues, no regret.
RBK – rantability and other nonsense.
