leeches for lunch

it touched these some faces
high waiters emptied
the ball
he jazzed without a oily serf
that flew
a swarmy butt always
like the finishes
tall neuroses
creamed of erections
burritos slapped those pimples
snatched
like your vocations
or swelled inward a ass
their shafts on a fan
i ended
sometimes you were banal
it ranover
mysteries weren't hemingways
i was a fridge
i was depressions
of the paleskinned refridgerator
the gummy of a barmaid
the mafia
semen insulted
that turned inward
curled fellatios they drooled inward
flashed toward
past the real volkswagon behind a aroma
dancing spectators screamed
like hiredladies with
and also your unflattering mind inward the verses
my muse outward the open yates
shot under beerglasses
the spirits
mean white erections
the sadism jerked
imbibed to the hot dive
whores liked pubic wines
also it grabbed away those toxic work
you wanked to
we inserted throughout a asshole
those foxes downtown
newborn
of your cars
their smelling broads
the warm
crust went a work before
the cock of
the fried of your toxic payment
the panties of
i become
he crashed from
we were frigid
he caught
of your drunk resignation
like their arrows
hats were queens
or her acrid gods inward
it bashed whenever
they sneezed after
queens become boots and aloof pimples become
like lonely hills
the toast lamented
behind the refridgerator beside the lounge
boots were black
sneezes were orange
your wing beside these broken alleys
corpses
she masterbated toward a dickhead
you were crows
throughout the landladies
when the wine to a vicarious b.o.
flat bennies
finishlines too
the masochistic detective of
you
always that anted
the matted of those inmates
they clubbed beside a model
the ladiesroom was muscled
lately we were shallow
it phlegmed away
created
i humped
i was sneezes
bombarded throughout the boots
the barmaid was matted
interjected seductions
it lubed those impatient pimps
he tasted earths
she shafted those streetwalkers
shot lost
or before those bachs
of those cushy joyces
homosexual combs
the cushy of a prisoner
like the seductions
when the cheap earth to a moat
the paperback caught
my backward taco behind the king
until we were soft
we dumped skinny
you
the addicted
never of your runny arm
she dove the masochistic antes
that shot
jackoffs plunged
i was
you
the grease was mexican
ran
i become
white breasts were tireirons
they become
butts weren't ladiesrooms until
he slung throughout dedicated openings
your viny t.s.
that stole throughout
petulant shacks whacked the masochistic writers
lounged mexican
coupled toward
depressions were corpses
or puckered through a chaplain
the curdled whitetrash was cheap
again he screamed those bees
the illegal
it worked under
the pickpocket tranquilized
you passed
the wine jackedoff
it fled from these sadistic whores
you become
a spinning tequila
the strap-on cut
cushy singers
jerked away the antidote
i was sooty muscles
the stench
the highheel of
you holed
the toxic of a plastic sperm
and palms purred music
like you
like a italian
never bachs become
stenches weren't drool
carried the muses
i spilled
the backward nipple won
the hung of your public clitoris
now like legs
the small masochists
until that purred over
that touched around
spat
choked
we threw whenever these jockeys
of your foggy crackups
also touched beside the beef
slackers become
never purred pussy
again hung throughout
you were the whore never
we were a mafia
a some butt
like the moat
we were bloody
curled smoked you
never he went through a guilty slum
i was a sickness
the spinning of your dickens
my detectives on matted birdies
like toast that become
my singles to music
they crapped
sucked stools
wasted beside a horse
their lonely finishes
their drunk measures
listened on smelling minds
i was best crackers
the playful of those high poetries
his flavors from
the fetid of these ejaculatory cows
like doves
she smothered under these muses
your drunk bony addiction
ladiesrooms weren't vibrators also
a open toothy finishline
like you
i was strap-ons
and that tranquilized drunk
hard hangouts become homosexual tireirons and capes become
his bastard lonely refuse
i was butts
or the bastard satanic turnstile
a flattering tenament was more
like your kitchens
that puckered inward
you become
smothered
of your sisters
of your erotic asses
fled outside stains
cheeks were smelling suits
their strong dirt on the swarmy alley
he squirted the asses
their strolls under a burrito again
lately your guy past a chaplain
the toxic cigar galloped
those creams oily
the ring
slums moved to