Cradle Robbers


    The heart is primal, it’s older than the time of this place, this universe, it''s a legacy, from your mother and father, the sun and the moon, what makes it beat, to what it attaches strings, they very well know, you’re just a road or a path, architects plan, and spiders weave their webs, they know very well what makes your spirit move, and your cup, what sort of beasts fill it, within the realm of possibility, seeds are scattered, and who you can be, they check, and your most wonderful dreams, nerdy girl with glasses, moles hiding, honeyed peaches, so sweet, your mother and father, live, laugh, love,they fulfill it…Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    Don’t Look


    Where there’s an assumption, you can be sure there’s a trap waiting, or your father, with a lesson he’s planning, does it make you blush, can you take it, how much punishment, live, laugh, love, honeyed peaches, licking the juices, your mom watches, she raises an eyebrow, have you been a bad girl, what do you have to say to your dad, missed shots and faith, scattered seeds, all over her tits…