Car Toys

I need to rip off those smelly black socks from his hot cold D E A D soles and fuck them silly and eat them raw
 
dedicated to the man here in black sox



bugeye iodine bathing hydroxide tie cold floor
a tidal wave of freezing covers
no sleep for the mattress that we light on fire from my body heat and your cold stance
rotunda over my molesting hand as it grips your feet and penis
my seamen absorbs into you r cold skin like bleach would into your pores
chemical dye and embalming fluid dripped down your broken spine
his beautiful dead eyes look at me
blankly on the wet and warm bed
pull the sheet back to reveal the stiff cold puffed body binded by my ropes
bombed burst into his skull into his retinas
that hold infinite numbers of forever white and black desecrated roads of flesh littered with my fluids from my mouth and my penis
channel the energy fleeting from his beautiful dead body
I capture his scent and cry out and beg for more
 
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