Le blog gay de Cavaillon et ses amis prostitués

le même effet que MarieJeanne...oh what you do to me !

 

     

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There is nothing like stalking a big game and blacking it up Stacking them star-struck with par luck Star-cut-revolving round Bright Hot Balms, singing Oh, Dim - Low, Bright One As you majesty combust my twinkle apprehends exhaled czar star-fleet-studded gravity Your celestial tapestry of majesty intertwined with lavishly tempered dined galaxy waves Avidly flinging soaring orbits that crash-catch on pouring sordid orchid portrait brush strokes We lust hope high-cry-begging to scratch latch on touring orbits Zero G walk moon-stalk-talking-big-game blacking it up Remissed spurned eclipse I’m that flea missed thrift earned learned from hits and flee drift lift See rifts sea split moonflecting sliver rivers dotting the plains of distant Titan Flippant tyrant quaking pains to grow hospitable lungfulls of reproductive spree - spills Flung sickle-sharp-black-soul breeze mold snoring squeeze-sneezed out a lullaby corset Slumber-Tunneled Back — Thunder Funneled up slack cable Silvered screan enamel gaunt with golden latrine rot edged nightmare plaques under fun(ner) plaque. I woke up a Bright One today so fresh so new so beautiful- Dimming low long hostile glare reflection with slimming squint.

 

 

 

 

I am “done” Wind cooled those racing cry lines I got tilt head child gazed for owned up glazed days Paved ways, reciprocating brave phrase Crying to the cold where the em double you left me in dust Ways of strays self esteem steam cream silver screening screaming: You are so brave Walker weening Echo tweening, each evening evening Walker weening I am “original”: Star crash waiting to smack in Our smash aching to happen stacked gin grins strapped in If I hold you that once in a nile I drip slink think on perfect passing people Golden Suckling ice dry slurping their perfect person personage A Golden stranger’s quarter stacked teeth show A neck pull of admirable glazed gaze, hovering flat on me A cry eye brow flex, double-twitch, my lipstick is Febuary I take you and have you. Take me and have you Perfect person passing Fellatio and Wayward History: I don’t spree the missionary misery mystery I see gobbing like Beyoncé Beyond-Spray Poles draining anhistamine listerine Swerving on it Down with Yanukovych If I told you splat once in a while Repetition and resynchronization resemble cohesion It’s because I keep it going and they kept it going. Each perfect protesting person plotting partridge particles You crane perfect presents in unison nests Slight egg crack streaking down with the echo-cut pitch of polyester black to full stomached night screams in E minor. I am “starving”.

 

 

 

 

serviceorientedsub: This gif makes me wanna blow off work, head home and open my cunt for MASTER. see the MEN i worship: http://serviceorientedsub.tumblr.com/ My thoughts exactly.

 

 

   

je m'y sens, je m'y vois : j'y suis quoi !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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