nothing but a girl with ripe breasts, yearning to be milked and an elastic stomach, that covets to be filled with the essence of herself and her lover. never anything more and never anything less. thus, a girl like herself, with dreams as large as her breasts would only wish to be seen as a woman; separate from being a garden to a mans seed. for deep within her bosom she knows that in her very palms are the propensity to reign a man's jungle, where she can one day grow taller than the trees that dominate the skies and nurture the many fruits with her resounding voice
with or without a seed.
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baby blue
Poesíaupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
