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‘cum get your honey’ – Em König

torso grid just looking 4sum fun negative (-) on prep bottom verse

masc 4 masc the most genuine bloke you’ve met no face aubergine

discreet /married can host can travel can take full load these pics are

5 years old message for updates close up bulge dental plan down 2

fk lonewolf i suk u let’s get drunk need body rub pending approval

back again eyes for bottom horny xo who what when well hung 59

hot cock window shopping what’s up summer breeze mates & dates

vintage footy bloke daddy for you genuine bloke for same

sucka4cuteness good thanks top me daddy issues looking to host

beef cheeks  in4ablowjob greedy bottom looking to move in

somewhere laid back devilleather penis offline leather biker guy lycra

lover slow / sensual fatgroover nudie couple 2020 is on hold

watermelonsugar swimmer handful discreet bi for nsa kinky n nice

big boner hammermehard young and strong cheese toasties do what

you want swish swish fish yes i’m real dungeon master country fella

sub woofer lads 4 fun tiger chills guynextwindow muckypup just me

old fashioned medium chips furcoat say hello hairy dog ride em

cowboy hypnodude passing through 2021 again palimpsest good

hands host or travel easyfun ftm lad

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he                    in a bed in my head, breaking       pants on a firm

weave            there is no such thing as clean                  white

sheets. he wants me           to chase him like years       of doubt.

beat his face                         with down. we leak like love

angular grin               i assume this will hurt          &         he does

drain my lungs          sit poised on cold face

sink down into the raw                                sound of fucking

birdsong                     he says i give big                 butch dyke energy

says                does it sound ok when                    i say that, i say

yes, except he’s crying                   pretty under me, rapt

beside this (w)hole

big thing                                 he he              he says can i keep you

worn, my little druggie shirt                                    the one i left

behind i say               you slipped it on       your pillow, to breathe in on

flat nights, you say

you wore it mending                 the second hand      bed we broke

and screwed

it back together                                 i say, i can taste the spirit

CocaCola, ice cold tongue                                                 he lapse

the salt of me, outlines

on soggy sheets, he says                           he wants to stretch

i am scared i say                                          but

understand and know

the strength and stay of muscle/skin, i say

it’s safe to burn

with you, i say

it’s safe to fall

you’re dreamy
almond milk sweat fresh
mucoid thick psychosis
sleepy bottoms, polka dots
crust upon the seam

she knows you better
than my left
three-fingered
tearmilker of junk. shoulders ripped
spinal arch, posturing, posthumously

thoughts press for wrong
obsessions, opposable thumbs
i’ve seen potential in future
chaos rubbing raw

smash my screen on porcelain
whisper names of gifted asphalt
flowers in brown second
hand vessels

baby baby baby
baby baby baby
baby baby baby
call me back once
you’re unhinged

come cry on me
brackish face lilt
tongue teeth squats in sobs
pick me like a pansy

red cheek burning belt
piss yellow clavicle bruise
five fingered inner thigh
palms contain the ointment

love is a firm neck grip
bloodspots on classic white
extracting breath with inkfingers
lost buoys balled in ire

olfaction medicinal
muzzle swabbed in musk
watch me inflate, float away
from here, this feels like danger

come-cry on me, saline
bundled in the old nook
between chin, chest + forearm bliss
i look up to you, we’re flying

i. i. i. i just can’t. i just can’t. i just can’t. i just can’t. i just. i can’t. i just can’t. i just can’t get. i get. i can’t. i can’t get. i get. i just. i just get. i just can’t get. i just can’t get you. i just get you. i just you. i just. you just. you just get. you just get. i. just. can’t. i get you. i get you. i get you. i just can’t. i just. i just can’t get you. i. out. i. out. i get out. i just can’t get out. i just can’t get you. i just can’t get you out. i just can’t get you out. you. you. you. get out. get out. get out. get out. of my head. of my head. get out of my head. get you out. of my head. i get you. out. of my head. i can’t get you. i just can’t. my head just can’t. my head just get you. my head. just get you. i just get you. just get out. of my head. i just. i just. i just. you get just. you get my head. get head. get head. just get head. just get head. my head you get. you get head. you get my head. get out of my. get out of my. just get out. just get out. i just can’t. i just can’t. i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i. get out. get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la i just can’t get you out of my head.