Pineapple

If I told you I nearly fainted today trying to make my pussy taste sweet for you, (I'm allergic to pineapple, by the way) and had to toss back a glassfull of baking soda water to quiet the abdominal creature spitting y o u are the rosebud my dew longs to rest upon, would you think I was crazy? Funny, self, she does not know how aching things rejoice in spillage, fractures, she says there is stillness in God. See Jane pump out love poems for a lioness gazing at the sun. See Jane's words fly off with the cranes. Now, there is only us, and the spring.