Put your rod in my face
i I want to suck and cry
do you wish you could have cried
i swallow with care while I feel your despair
pulsing, orbital chaos and brand of imaginary
constant motion of emotional pain
fuck my ass you candy eyed bitch
i love to squirm on your dick
while you drive ha I have a lot to say
You write like who Staward
You write like who Staward writes about, his blue muse, a boy with stockings on. I don't mind, I find it better this way, fresher than ever etc.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
For the record, I have
I appreciate your recognition that I have written under the screen name, Starward, and I thank you for the mention in your comment. I don't expect everyone to like my "Blue Muse," as you call him, but really, he wears stockings only rarely (and, a couple of years ago, an excellent and published graphic artist depicted him thus clad).
Starward