Up The Tree Poem by Lev Brekhman

Up The Tree



Riding the sexual urge,
We're streaming away and away.
Sex is our excellent forge,
For melting your soul astray.
Soulless, mindless, we try
To keep the traditional speed.
F... all the time or you die.
... Or are you a deader, indeed?

Sunday, October 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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