Horny for writing
Crazy to splash his inks with my thoughts
Now, he is in my hand
And satisfy himself with my feelings
‘cause only he can hear my crys and feelings
I only tell my secrets to him to blow them on my other comrade.
Lover; paper, booklet petals…
He reaches to the highest orgasm when I tell him all
And splash his springs on the paper.
Paper, is now pregnant to my thoughts to appear
I hope that it will be a nice baby.
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