until you splintered under my skin,
and the blood rushed to fight infection,
Verse gleaming bright, imbued with might
Testosterone tainted thrusts
of masculine need,
cumming sloppily all over
my social feed,
His eyes consume her at the opening of her thighs, at the peeks of her humble breasts. He unzips his stained work jeans, pulls ragged...
I can go get art etched into my skin. I can change my exterior, greatly and forever transform me, in only hours. And that feels like power....
Moan you in,
push you out
of my confidence.
Feel you swell
under my imagination;
you are unreal,
my perfect creation.
Your waste is
wine coolers, merlot,
minty, thin cigarettes—
set sexily in a delicate holder.
Screaming so loud my voice breaks, only the fragile hear me, and they’ll be the next to break. Mommy’s sick and sorry and so sick of...
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