–.. VERSE FOR THE VOICELESS

Little whore little hole little worry as you sip him more. Slip in lost in shore mother showed how to moan. Boy lasts as long as bait drenched in the ocean more more he wants but can’t figure out if he should stick one more… His cum or hers. A baby after mother opened up in front of a stranger led to a ritual and now he’s bending his back like her.

Irobot he goes. A robot would talk as mother went for another go. Sex wasn’t the same as her daughter’s first husband wasn’t in her. He couldn’t cum no more. Peter broke and erased all.

Her brother all she thought. Please o brother o brother allow me to feel more. So far and you hold your hold so so strong his worm didn’t go in further than yours I too need another go. Go to the store Peter and when you choose the right alcohol you will succumb to a whore. She will take you to the bathroom and show you what you deserve. You will throw all thoughts in void sure of yourself you grab your groin. What occurred we’ll never truly know but on your way home you notice a strange occurrence.. your mind never more clear you steady the wheel and aim for the river. You can swim. You can give back your soul you WHORE!

My mother and daughter tried that pole. But nothing penetrated more than their first.  The son.

Further more.