perhaps I am lost forgotten with the cool breeze fading, elusive Mini McCoy is thinking of rubbing Holli’s tummy I’d have more to say but my head hurts. […]
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a wisp in the whisper
it’s just a memory the rush and the thrill of my name on your lips that promise that hint dark and sweet delight a wisp in the whisper […]
fellas / poetry
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lead me to believe
you may have my heart whisper promises so sweet lead me to believe I am writing after three shots of Makers Mark and watching Immortals. What a wild […]
fellas / poetry
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we only have now
we only have now to confess secrets within we need to let go Strike Back, Sullivan Stapleton & Philip Winchester I’m really looking forward to the season premiere […]