I am playing
Nay dug in
Scratching
Young mind you
My sandbox

Eating sand is
Behind me

Bored sandbox time
Digging
Reaching

For prolly
Eleven months
Just excavating

Using all the Tonka tools
No China
No spoons

I find! A
Discarded
******

Mom!
What's this!

Roll her coast her
Clack up wood and steel
Roll her coast her
There is no time to feel.

No commiseration desired
None provided.

Curl up fly away
Wounded whirlybird

Wild away on
Weekend shoots.

Our air
Ensnared.

Not up
Nor down
Just around.
and
Around

Seemingly precise yet akimbo
Inflected glares bend windows
Directly begin kin in skin
We sin again.

Yours is mine redefined
More blessed so unaligned.

Sight delight our kindled spite
Adjourn loops and dash hopes

Love longs its wrong devotes.

A myriad making way
Unelectric secrete display
Rolling sheets tumbling say
Let fluid fly demon's prey.

Loping along
Coping strong
Moaning songs

Rejoicing our way

The way to Much.

Possible one gets sick
La coca-cola
No longer lets
Me dream.

I cinquente pravayos
Desayunos
Desebrada
Cabeza

No raft.
Eso no mio.

Finally she ***** me.
Good.
on her stomach first and then on her back.
Slow slow shallow slow.
Slow slow slower deeper slow.
An inch a grip a sense a wish.
Wet yes wetter not yet so slow.
slow shallow slow deeper than shallow but still just a bit to make her nip.
A little slower if possible.
Just to thicken It a bit before deep deep shallow slow slow.
Slow as she grinds counterclockwise on the hour.
On the minute.
At this second.
deeper but slowly deeper unregrets.
Ml casa se ti gators.
Be Diego Till next birthday.