I rise one glass to a beautiful act and drink to a terrible coitus
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It's shit .
Big shit but a brilliant fun.
A teetering on the border of sanity .
Maybe it is long overdue for it .
We do not. We are crazy.
And we do not know .
With booze to sex and sex for booze . And that the hell is a big difference .
A toast to a beautiful act and drink to a terrible coitus

Their faces are cause of my smile . All that unfounded jealousy , but... , when adjusted . ...It's ******* handsome .
Ideal.
And it's mine.
Bah !
Superficiality , shallowness , superficiality .
And I just superficial , just to have the opportunity to see more in depth.
It's a guy in any weather . He is a friend . It is seriously good.
Unless ..
Forget all about it at the moment when the strong teeth of my talented madman bite into the inside of my thighs . Whenever hands me the bottle , the needle is again touching my skin and leave another lifetime memory.
Bites me in the lips .
Sometimes terribly strong and I want to cry . Indeed .
He is horny , rude and stupid .
Me strong and beautiful.
The scars on his face reinforce this feeling . They are so strong and sharp and so glad to kiss him .
Then do not think of him ..

We did it (coitus) everywhere . And always ...
We cried and laughed like crazy . We drank so much, that the smell of Fernet cover his strong parfeme..
I tell him that i never met a worse man .
Booth's phone rings and the handset will sound,, I love you,, . And I never know whether he answer ..
It seems to me that, yes, but he says so much for silence and strange .
I never asked him about her . Why should I?
He has her and I have his .
It hurts just somewhere in my cool torn inside. Somewhere where remained a bit of heat that must be removed as soon as possible .
Which vanishes , his first touch of the tongue.
The first penetration .
It has never was shit..

And my guy ?
I do not know , maybe doing party again .
Maybe again drink liter of vo