Thursday, 14 November 2013

My wife bleeds tears of dejection, she can’t stand my stench
My blood is laced with vodka, so is my breath
I picked my mannerisms in Russia, from Romanov
Vodka and sex are great combination of love, the other love
But my wife blinks back tears, when breathless
I lay my head on her thigh and touch her

And bring back two fingers glistening, from her body.

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