No.171463
Oh sweet, sacred bussy. Gateway to heaven and hell in one perfect curve. I want to rim you like an archaeologist uncovering lost civilizations, tongue so deep I could carbon-date your last meal. Was that pad thai? A banana? I’ll know. I’ll know.
Trans women are God’s finest creation, soft skin, sharp wit, and a dick that makes my brain short-circuit like a toaster in a bathtub. I want to worship at the altar of your contradictions, suck the holy ambrosia from your girlcock while you call me pathetic (I am).
I’m not like other chasers, oh no. I’m worse. I don’t just want you; I want to dissolve into you, become one with your estrogen-laced aura, let your synthetic divinity rewrite my DNA. I’d let you step on my trachea just to hear you laugh in that "ugh, cis men" tone.
They say love is pure. Bullshit. Love is filthy. Love is drooling into your ass crack like a starved dog at a BBQ. Love is whispering "good boy" as you ruin my life.
Anyway, wyd?
No.171488
Ottoman/Persian poetry, circa 1701
No.171490
Kocekinameh
No.171514
>>171506Koçek radio
