Perhaps you had just seen the lauded “David G.” famed on into the Hill Country for cock size, stamina, and technique. Perhaps you saw
Whose ears are hairy, wearing invisible headsets Issuing no voices, saw the pilots at the dash, On boarding, a mere huddle of umpires. Please
The border patrol came before We met. In that dream Of mud and naked concrete My old love and I dragged The body over
Once a year, I take them from the bowl, and rinse them clean, using the corner of a cotton napkin to dry the Hungarian