still wrong
Instead of fading, it grows.
I find myself with a hand on him trying to dispose of a horny wrong, more wrong than usual, most indecent of all others. Even the Baptists
pardons at the end: I hate Baptists.
I know I'll be back a morning rain suit with his eyes distorted by a night of love, sit here! I do not ask forgiveness because you are a man . And even then the prank, I must apologize, I'll do it, women humbly asks forgiveness too general, too unhealthy. I'm sorry if you happen to die and I'm sorry because I always see harder to resist and I know that eventually it will happen. Eventually I will remove my mask, I will turn my eyes just thinking to my delight, and I'll feel a bad person, bad person that I live by my side, to be happy and to flee immediately after leaving the remains to me to clean the floor. Bei cocks.
I'm holding on but I am so obsessed as to be almost certain that eventually fall. I'll have to ask forgiveness, I will hear from me, a dream even for rabid between the teeth or thin eroded by despair.
I'll still wrong and the fact that now I know it makes a person worse. Even less is discovering what special over the years.
Do not pass spontaneously even by accident.
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