my love, martini,
when I slurp thee,
I feel a rush in me,
like whiskey,
like vodkey,
like winey,
like bacardi,
and rum.
deep inside me.
deep.
deeper.
deepest.
d.
dick.
how I love thee,
martini...
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thankyou again to all my readers. you may think "ooh they're an alvohokic" and yes you are correct. but also this is a big metaphor, like my life. martini is actually a character in my new film - he is a scottish whistle player but I have copyright for all Scottish characters
luv you haha xoxox
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emo poems for a rainy day
Şiirpretty put-to-gether poetry in full prose. ps pink pigs are profound and aPpear as pivotal personas in my poems p
