What's the issued, bitch? And don't say that it's wrong to fantasize. How else does one get satisfied, without serial killin (or) something? war in the weak and shitty bleak, of any trench, pit must be calling. buzzard fuck the maiden, with ravens, if she doesn't wait on me to ride. I wanna, kiss you tonight. Cuz I'll miss your lips, and your hips gripping me tight. deep in melancholy, out of missing the, lips between your twitchin thighs. Wanna get fucked by you tonight; and fill you up with servants. Kiss it with the surface of your cervix, when I come inside...
