In a perfect world
there will be
no famine
no global warming and
no cancer and
no divorces.
Mark See
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Passions Run High Near Valentine's
Warning: Mature content so please do seek parental guidance before reading further.
THE INDECENT PROPOSAL
By Eric P.
As I slowly take my shaft out and softly gesture it into your lovely mouth of heaven.
I feel a pulsating throb from your heavenly bosoms and feel your love void filled with a fountain of desire and lust. I gently feel your fingers playing along my already hard shaft and look deep into your eyes of bronze.
Pushing my lingering tongue towards your derrière of shapely womanhood, I feel a second heave of desire from your longing tongue. Pulling you in with burning passion, I gesture my shaft into your now longing moist love hole and drill it hard into your passage.
Tearing with ecstasy, you tear apart the lalang that you are on and scream in elation as we drive each other harder and harder with every second of fire.
As I thump harder and with more scorching desire, I explode with ganja high nirvana and my warm liquid minions downpour on your porcelain smooth physique and again we cross each other’s eyes with smiles and slowly I grasp with emotion your jet black hair.
Yes, passions run high near Valentine's...
THE BLOODY RESPONSE
By Angela Y.
I’ll bring that pair of scissors.
You can explode in a blinding flash of pain which should, pretty much, bring you to nirvana, leaving behind a thick and warm downpour of blood trailing down your smooth physique. And again we cross each other’s eyes, and the last thing you’ll ever see in this lifetime, is me standing over your mangled frame with a contented smile.
Yes, passions run high near Valentine's...
As I slowly take my shaft out and softly gesture it into your lovely mouth of heaven.
I feel a pulsating throb from your heavenly bosoms and feel your love void filled with a fountain of desire and lust. I gently feel your fingers playing along my already hard shaft and look deep into your eyes of bronze.
Pushing my lingering tongue towards your derrière of shapely womanhood, I feel a second heave of desire from your longing tongue. Pulling you in with burning passion, I gesture my shaft into your now longing moist love hole and drill it hard into your passage.
Tearing with ecstasy, you tear apart the lalang that you are on and scream in elation as we drive each other harder and harder with every second of fire.
As I thump harder and with more scorching desire, I explode with ganja high nirvana and my warm liquid minions downpour on your porcelain smooth physique and again we cross each other’s eyes with smiles and slowly I grasp with emotion your jet black hair.
Yes, passions run high near Valentine's...
THE BLOODY RESPONSE
By Angela Y.
I’ll bring that pair of scissors.
You can explode in a blinding flash of pain which should, pretty much, bring you to nirvana, leaving behind a thick and warm downpour of blood trailing down your smooth physique. And again we cross each other’s eyes, and the last thing you’ll ever see in this lifetime, is me standing over your mangled frame with a contented smile.
Yes, passions run high near Valentine's...
Sunday, February 4, 2007
On Truth
At a loss for words
And so cured
Of the common ailment
Of too much said
And too little done
For truth needs
No voice
Born as we all are
In her light
No preachers
Only disciples
For there is
No learning the truth
Only living it
Thomas Koshy
And so cured
Of the common ailment
Of too much said
And too little done
For truth needs
No voice
Born as we all are
In her light
No preachers
Only disciples
For there is
No learning the truth
Only living it
Thomas Koshy
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