A Sandbag, A Passerby in Fragrance of Semens
A sandbag Full of frothy fumes Standing unassumingly Highly erected alone On its last legs of fancy As if ejaculating in droplets Of fear and upcoming fortune In sighs of somebody To feel shyly the nakedness Of moments Lapsing into lolling saliva. So far and so on Not kissing nor relishing The... Sign in to see full entry.