Blumen

Blumen

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible

What type of softness will make you open?
Were you close would I tear the coldness?

Can you lace desires in their own place?
Call to your case, cut your damn face!

Got any use for someone to abuse!
Go better, would I recluse to puke!

You quickly kill and lick them w****s.
He has the chills, implores the rentboys.

Our breasts is where soreness fades away...

© 2012 L'Enfant Terrible


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe
Flag Flag Writing


Stats

439 Views
Added on June 3, 2012
Last Updated on June 3, 2012

Author

L'Enfant Terrible
L'Enfant Terrible

Waiting For The Sirens' Call



About
Skinny rent boy is one of the girls. Hi, I’m Fer, your unfavourite young mexican pansexual genderqueer. Closet romantic, vegetarian, socialist, por-Palestine, Suedehead, ranter, multifacetic/.. more..