Come On Mo-Her-Fu-Ker Make Love To Me
COME ON MO-HER-FU-KER MAKE LOVE TO ME
MY BODY IS VIBRATING IN SYNCH WITH THE SONGS OF THE SHELLS
COME ON MO-HER-FU-KER MAKE LOVE TO ME
BLOOD, BODIES, FLESH, LIMBS ALL SPREAD OUT ON THE BARREN FIELDS
SENTENTIOUS SMELLS EMBRACE THE AIR
THE NOISES OF FOREPLAY FILL THE IMMEDIATE SURROUNDS
AND THEN
DEAD QUIET
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2011
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