my taste - tanka
my taste, that he take everything from me ... bamboozle me on the cross of oblivion
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Marathon Runner
Marathon Runner A marathoner with black eyes gazelles his girth forward. My eyes have an owner. In his face, a man with many beds, one who follows the nape of old gay swans like a male about to thrust. My taste, that he take everything from me, when Jews grind their matzo. Marathan man, bamboozle me on the cross of oblivion.