Poison: green eyed brown haired boy named something with a K
Kiss me,
lick out my insides like whipped cream on your finger.
Taste me,
eat out my strawberry shortcake haven of sweetened biscuits only for you.
Fuck me,
flip me inside out and lay me on the counter thrusting to the beat of rap music downstairs.
Turn me on,
tell me about how your girl is next door puking and how much better I am.
Want me,
press your chapped lips to the inside of my thigh and moan into my chest.
Cum in me,
and tell me how much of a sex goddess I am, and plead to see me again.
Beg for me,
with heavy breaths and sweaty fingers, you worship the ground I walk on boy.
Watch me leave,
with bedridden hair and smeared red lipstick, observe my hips with lusting broken hearted eyes as I go.
s.d
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Thoughts Of An Alcoholic
Short StoryThe murmurings of an alcoholic in her expensive satin sheets of a boy she doesn't "love" {Various timed updates} /based off a true story/
