it always feels like midnight
velvet
crushed
but always sensual
it drapes like waves
but falters to the touch
it's amazing what you can do with it
but you have to be able to sing from the inside.
you have to catch it.
it comes and goes in tides.
It appears to be an IBM ship, Captain. Equipped
with a Warp drive. I'm sorry cap'nI canna noo
do that! I canna do it—I canna change the laws of physics!
the light of heaven burns my eyes
angelic hosts
inaudible. heavanly incomprehensible voices.
torn torn torn robes
and harps of dischord.
streets paved of gold
nebulous graffitti
gangs in heaven are a bitch.
It is being the heaven the here at the Literotica it is! I am the wanting to be the licking of the titties all the day every the day over and the over again!
Octagon's doctor told her she was sick to the quick, slick fever sweat trickling prickling hot, yet horny torn between chicken soup and the group, S3 triangles |.| is 6 plus odd plus even adds 2 total 8, like Octagon.
When asked what her affliliation was, she replied, "I go the the Round Church - 'round the corner, and round so the Devil cannot catch me in the corners".
The building was an Octagon... What's your angle? Mine is always obtuse.
Eclipse, sun obscured by moon
Ellipse, dual foci
Do the hokey cokey
In out in out
Round and round
Sweeping equal areas in equal time
Whether acute or obtuse or reflex
Hit me baby on the knee!
Scarimouche? Can you do the Fandango?
Very very fright'ning...
Gallileo, his angle on the Holy Rood
took Rizzio to that palace -
Mary, voracious vagina'd as ever -
gave him up to her henchmen -
to lose her head, NOT maiden -
by Traitor's Gate.