You're obscene.
Like the way the end of a cigarette looks like a dog's erection when smoked quickly.
I don't know what's more brutal...your nature or my honesty.
Speaking of honesty,
I just want to fuck random people.
I want to have the most ferocious, passionate, dirty sex imaginable.
Until i can't think about anything else.
Especially not you.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
But you're no angel.
You just have an irrational fear of treading anywhere.
You're like pneumonia on a snow day.
You are the snow.
You cover the world with ice and dirty water,
And only children sigh as you melt away in the light of the sun.
Yeah, well, they're too young to know better.
That's your last line.
No. This is.
God, I just want to fuck until no one can breathe,
and then catch my breath and start over.
Tongues.
Lips.
Teeth.
Fingertips.
Everywhere. |