Lie tied and pumped lights low down groan quietly, condone don't adjust the set blinkers on white ridges, old scars hands blue with cold an age to chew and like a cow regurgitate like a prostitute, swallow it, was it me, you? oh lubricate just pass it on don't register the act the role plays the reels are run perfect vertical the horizontal hold all posed, panned registered out cold but in position willingly.next poem