i love the way you fuck me…quiero mas baby mas
there’s literally only one man on this planet who can fuck me right
living with mom now.
waldo took me out today…$125 dinner and new fendi perfume :-)
:-)
i always like guys more after we fuck…it’s like they have to prove their manhood for me to fully like them.
i am seriously twisted
i am.
“You are the most beautiful thing in this gym”
“You are very sexy”
“You are astonishingly beautiful”
“You look even more beautiful today”
and today a guy that I see all the time came up to me and started talking to me and challenged me to racquetball hehe ;-)
so fuck you if you don’t want me.
someone does.
when i look at you, you remind me of a jungle
so perfect and strange but never so humble.
this exodus in my circle, one mile of proof,
are the big black bones left rotting in shoes
So a pew for the master
a pew for the youth
a pew for the devil
a pew for the truth:
I’m coated in feathers and covered in lime
left to break open left open wide.
you’re breaking on asphalt
the yolk of the egg
so i’m slipping on insides
and breaking my legs
There are clouds on my spine and i’m swimming in wine
there’s a noise in my bones and lift in my eyes.
there’s paint on my skin
but none in my house
i’m living so empty and i go, flockless, south.
my mirror is broken like my body of bronze
my body is melting and proving me wrong
because your heart is the rust on the toes of my shoes
kicking my freedom and making me choose
keep the old ones, ugly but warm?
or exchange them for the newness brought to me with harm?
he says:
“come here, don’t be afraid I’ll give you the best night ever been made…”
Ever been made? has it been made ever?
I wonder this after we did it twice better
but my legs were shaking underneath the sheets
creating a feeling and making me weep.
you could see the waves and the hurtful choir
singing me songs of a weak, fruitless fire.
my heart is the stone that you call your home
hard,yet so full, and so hatred prone.
you’re living on rock and you’re living with fire
while I live hopeless in my runaway desire
he says:
“my eyes are plugged to the socket inside her creating the truth from an electrical liar”
but this picture I have’s not a picture of you,
it’s one of faith and it’s one of truth.
a meaningless color-your words paint my faith
a meaningless venture in a meaningless space
and your stare draws water from my meaningless sea
you have everything
you have all of me
aningless
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