“I can’t seem to make it where I want to be, there’s always something in my way - I stumble” I wasn’t feeling poetic, I was feeling like the 5 am morning birds had came to disrupt my shine, but they couldn’t. I grabbed the big titty goth gf, a pack of smokes, and pack of lighters because this bitch always pocketing mine. After sex? After I watch her get paid to kick a man in the genitals virtually with the power of a hundred thousand virgin's morning wood who dreamt feverishly about fucking us at the same time. We are sex, and that’s a problem you’d have a lot of fun solving. Who sits on your face? Can I blow a ring around your cock?