quinta-feira, 28 de junho de 2007

exciter

kill me before i die of lust babe. kill me before i die. i might not be here tomorrow and i'll be the one to regret not to feel the dusty fingers of yours washing me away, when you leave me there to become your washed out eyes on your drowning face. i allready feel the flow coming twisting and turning... and i want it till the end. come before you overflow honey. wait not till the end. too near for me to wait. kill me now ...i want it now. you know i die. kill me in the shower.

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mmmm disse...

hmmmmmmmmmmm
Peculiarmente no seu sentido escatológico; o garfo permite uma envolvência demasiado obcessiva com o além.
Poucos fantasmas... Escrita fluida..