An Erotic Ethics Error Portrait I gave you to my desert said ya might be lost but not alone I sold you to me prototype propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?! Move, spoof, overweight heat out of control. Spring again, sin again, spittum, chaos overlapping dont you step over... the flood area. So whats wrong with a little agony a harmless game between you, the servile and me the deatiny we love each other as we are so hateful and depraved a peaceful pack of pliancy in any damned diraction... Could you please dance my dance? I do, we do, god for us. Skin in skin Flesh admits flesh languish for spittle breath meets breath pushing lust into sweat magnificence tenderness.
diraction, spittum, pliancy, deatiny, spoof