Sitting on a heated front seat of a car
my cock quietly hard
the driver silent, old rock music
slowly eating the darkness
wondering how it is
to live as a poet
in a world of only poets
Sitting on a heated front seat of a car
my cock quietly hard
the driver silent, old rock music
slowly eating the darkness
wondering how it is
to live as a poet
in a world of only poets
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