Yesterday on the bus back from New York, Josh sat next to an old bearded man. He fell asleep while gropping Josh's ass into a corner. Anyone who looked could see the wood;
I want to take Jesus from the basement, and put him on a pedestal in my castle
and proceed to unwrap his layers of white fabric, until i get down to the last piece of tissue paper
slowly but surely reveal his lanky limbs to the stale musk fire eaten air
unraveling to expose the icy blue fleshclothecoveringbones
when you enter inside dønt, stay as still as a mouse
I want to feel you throbbing in my mouth.
illiterate piece of man
stop trying to hold my hand
dont make eye contact unless you don't mind getting smacked
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