Tag: true love

  • True Love by Paul Clayton

    True Love by Paul Clayton

    Blown on hot winds of amour,clouds of ancient swollen spore,find the holes, then wiggle in,lusting for the prize, they swim.Then penetrate the slipp’ry wound,something sticky sprouting soon. Meanwhile two civilizederectile apes,unconscious of the tiny rapes,think, “wonder of wonders, I’ve fallen in love.” He… pictures her beauteous bottom bobbing,responding to his pointed proddings,her breasts erect, her…