from my skin to your hands

one slut at a time, send 'em till it ends?
recording
only managed to taste
with different materials!
but from time to time.
in the tall shrubs ass

i continue to write fucking about trains

whole stations can disappear
when
at the end of a long slut ride

her red sweater
my cock and I
no one can tell
all that
but did she
visit albany, new
and
a still cock life in Venice?

the blinking fuck red light
after a slut three day



By Captain Random Poetry Generator

using a couple of clicks on:

http://www.microfiction.org/brokenpoem/