Burner to burner

by thurston howell   Feb 3, 2008


I only know I am not dead. I think.
Soft Pale skin. Strong upper arms. Beautiful belly. The scent on his neck is pure Ecstasy. Running my fingers through his hair. Running my fingers along a lime green fairing. In a world full of nothing. Straight ahead is where I'll be staring. Arms wrapped around a sexy man. Legs wrapped around my lime green beast.
We are 2 unmuffled rice burners circulated together. Our engines rev and rise, and fall in unison

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  • 16 years ago

    by neo

    Whatever burning is, i wanna do it with you

  • 16 years ago

    by Cassie

    That is cool nice poem!!!! really nice poem!!!

  • Oh i love that

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