Womenaconstantbreeze

you walk into the streets, women, a constant breeze is he is to satisfy your lust or to give birth, as your mother does fragile, weaker they are dominating toughness you have hear the yearning of a woman she is not a toy to torn apart what then you as a men think to let your serem flow, she will bleed to swallow pleasurely satisfied you are, now she is hollow a dead body still swims but with waves it sinks so vigorous she is but fading amidst. until she lives, her agony exists whore you tell him but food she needs a forced mocking drill she is detriorated assasinated and killed pleasure an everlasting quest fulfillment is rest, justice to theft not until he slept she indeed is dead, her stories left.