Pimp (Remove filter)
The Tint Of His Vision
He sobbed as he took her back into his hoping arms,
while we all pondered just exactly what were her charms,
not her shrilling voice - for that had been agreed by us all,
nor her drunken dances, when we would oft see her fall.
The worries we had were about the lenses which were used
to keep pink there in the picture while he was being so abused,
as she flaunt...
Tuesday 28th February 2012 4:02 am
Recent Comments
Red Brick Keshner on is it all over, city cat?
3 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on A Book... A Human...
4 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Blink And You Are Dead 👁
6 hours ago
Flyntland on is it all over, city cat?
12 hours ago
TOM MERTON on A Spiker in the works
12 hours ago
Naomi on LAST FARMERS
12 hours ago
Naomi on LAST FARMERS
13 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on is it all over, city cat?
13 hours ago
Martin Elder on LAST FARMERS
13 hours ago
Martin Elder on Of Succubus And Demons
13 hours ago