Village-less Lunatic: "Moan-Grope Game"
Moan-Grope Game Not to gripe at all, But July and well-past Fall, Into the matured Winter You each rubbed against each other, Falling, conflict-free, unto covers. Blossoming only leads to wither. Slobbering and sensation Make due. Fulfillment, pleasure. All the same. Another morsel lost to the... Sign in to see full entry.