

SympathyTied to a stick turning crisp I am the happiest chicken in the world.Sympathy


Request: Sex.A whisper, soft, and quickly gone, To walk the creaky stairs. Up to this sacred room of yours, Footsteps echo in pairs. And to the door we walk in silence, Hand in blessed hand, And open unto glorious darkness, Light in no demand. A sweet and noiseless laying down Of two so breathless shakes The air around and drapes rebound From our now moot mistake. And perfectly our lives do change From two bodies to one; This soul is reunited now, This rite of proof is done.Request: Sex.
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