street corner walk

street corner rock out and i can only think of you pulling up on those tiny little hooks with your skirt blowing, cunthairs out (if you even keep 'em) and a breeze but you're still sweating long and hard little cockrock wet as a damn waterfall, swet glistening, i could watch you play guitar till the end of lust and fuck you
fuck you long, indifferent saint in the wall climbing bathroom.

there are few things as sexy as a woman who plays guitar naked.

2003-06-05 | 6:42 p.m.
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