Cape Cod Washashore

Thanks to tumblr's continued fellating of Apple, a lot of you can't see my normal blog anymore through the app on your phone. I am going to be working on transitioning to this backup blog as a primary since I'm assuming that's not going to change anytime soon.

I may look at another avenue to post explicit content, but I've got nothing for that right now.

Please follow here, share if you like to get the word out. I will still be re-blogging content on my original account until, like so many others, I'm sure it will just disappear one day. Kind of a bummer, but that's Apple for you...

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I know that you're so preoccupied

But maybe for one night (maybe for one night)

You could

Tangle me into your limbs (the mystery is killing me)

Spill your secrets to me, skin to skin

Sit back, and I'll paint your portrait, the softest of lines

The rest is so unimportant

Right now you're mine

I know that you're so preoccupied

But maybe for one night (maybe for one night)

You could

Tangle me into your limbs (the mystery is killing me)

Spill your secrets to me, skin to skin

Sit back, and I'll paint your portrait, the softest of lines

The rest is so unimportant

Right now you're mine

Ah ah aaahh, you didn't say the magic word!

Through many a nightclub's fright night open door -

As I surveyed, slowly circling, suddenly I saw him lurking,

With his booty boldly twerking, twerking on the club's dance-floor.

"'Tis some horny gothic poet," I muttered, "twerking on the club's dance-floor -

"with his booty boldly twerking, twerking on the clubs dance-floor"

Poe hoes needs mo' money, mo' money, mo' money!!

I think I'm inspired already for my costume next year! 🤭🤭 @ta-petite-lapine @whosthisfkingguy @newhazeleyes2 @trubiz @veraroaddixie