Dark Horse boasts hands
eager for night hunt, absent
of conscience, klepto-twins crawl under
homeless sheets, spider-walking up
Pretty ladies rub more than stone
members, desperate in search of these…
Dark Horse carries its empty rubbers,
mood and flavor
weaving away at rotted earth fruit, leaving
around stiff ankles, legs,
marrying left to right
until necrophiliac appetite returns.
I have nominated you for the TMI Blog Award.
The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter.
I have no clue how to do this properly…so hopefully the link works. I do love your TMI!
🙂 THANK YOU!!!! AND CONGRATS TO YOU ON THE AWARD!
There is grave contents in here ! Not quite sure what it all means but I do like it!! XX
I like it! I can’t quite put my finger on it but I do I do like it
As we say here in the UK – ‘Cor Blimey!’
I think I’ve been there aloha
eek spiders! 😉
Not really sure if I understand this one. Spiders. Yuck.