this human septumA Poem by h d e rushinfor MarshaYour acting like I've never been in love before, the way I smell like Icy Hot. My shoulder hurts from that last sexed position. If I dreamt at all, I would have swam thru crocodile infested waters just to lay my wet, leeched a*s on yours. See, it's not complicated. There's a horse going sideways making turns around the center and then going through that is this electric current. How about that? You watch Star Trek long enough and Vulcanicity fills the room with blown fragments. And whatever devotion is left over, whatever spent senses rise like those creepy Ferengi; of that strange baldness, I shall love that also. © 2015 h d e rushinReviews
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