Love To You
I stick the paper of what appears to be a gray canvas
and then I shove this filter between
on the edge of it
after that I put the tobacco
as for a those good strong cigarette
then with tongue from one head to another
do not know why
but when I do that
I want to rub me.
not because I'm some wanker
vulgar nor gave me the head to be
No.
is merely a state of
in which the cigarette rolls up
make clank
to get her out
and I beat her
while I thinking of your nipples
and burn
burn so good!
Copyright © Marinescu Victor | Year Posted 2013
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