PORN: “Come!” The serpent beckons,
“I swear to set you free
From that irksome shackle –
Responsibility!
Far from fear and burden,
Out on my astral plane,
Lost in the firmament,
Safe from the demon pain!”
At last a word is spoken,
A sacred, solemn word,
Distinct and oft repeated
But little more than heard
Public. When he leaves with her they yell,
“Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!”
A short walk from the dance floor
To where a shadow’s cast,
Against a dusty brick wall-
A relic of the past. They sigh but not in sorrow
Though loss shall be their lot
And by this time tomorrow
Tonight shall be forgot
PORN: “Come!” The serpent beckons,
“I swear to set you free
From that irksome shackle –
Responsibility!
Far from fear and burden,
Out on my astral plane,
Lost in the firmament,
Safe from the demon pain!”
At last a word is spoken,
A sacred, solemn word,
Distinct and oft repeated
But little more than heard
Public. When he leaves with her they yell,
“Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!”
A short walk from the dance floor
To where a shadow’s cast,
Against a dusty brick wall-
A relic of the past. They sigh but not in sorrow
Though loss shall be their lot
And by this time tomorrow
Tonight shall be forgot
Find out more. 4-August 22nd 2008
I camped out last night about halfway through town hoping the place wouldn't be lit up while I was sleeping. I was laying there with Jordan laying on top of me and we kissed for a good couple of minutes
He told me he didn't know where his parents were and he had nowhere to go or hide and he wanted to go with me
. She tasted her father's cold semen, and knew that this was the moment her life had been building towards. The naked teenage lesbian kissed her back, confused but aroused
PORN: “Come!” The serpent beckons,
“I swear to set you free
From that irksome shackle –
Responsibility!
Far from fear and burden,
Out on my astral plane,
Lost in the firmament,
Safe from the demon pain!”
At last a word is spoken,
A sacred, solemn word,
Distinct and oft repeated
But little more than heard
Public. When he leaves with her they yell,
“Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!”
A short walk from the dance floor
To where a shadow’s cast,
Against a dusty brick wall-
A relic of the past. They sigh but not in sorrow
Though loss shall be their lot
And by this time tomorrow
Tonight shall be forgot
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