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my oak mind
i like it when your fingers drag across my rings
Created on 10 July 2004 (#3760677)
Last updated on
20 February 2007
lickin' slightly, night man luvs me. take my grip and make him lovely.
c. oak baby, luvs her baby. takes him whole, he tastes like gravy.
late night groove inside my lovin' wetly soothin' in my oven.
don't burn the bisquits, let em' melt, and i love it when yer leavin'
wants to smoothe you, wants to shake you, wants to swallow and recreate you.
c. oak baby luvs her baby, slips her grip, says 'ride yer layday'.
all kinds of things
, how mechanical things operate, people who live alone, prosthetic apendages,
, suicide in the rain