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She looked at me through the bottom of a glass Crystal eyes and wet strawberry lips I looked at her through the bottom of the bottle Seashell dimples and wild dandelion hair A scarlet chest in exchange for a day in her sands Swing set smiles Between blistering footsteps And icy ocean kisses Undressed and drowning at the bottom of her bed Feeling like **** feeling ******* high Serpentine limbs beg me “Stay” Our own little mattress comedy Cast across the plaster in pale light They’re all so ******* domestic She kicks the chair from under me Abrupt masochistic compulsions Baptized in her holy see Smoldering marquees and lascivious repartee Let’s drink every drop of this satanic chablis Until the bottle’s empty Until we’re back at the bottom And you look for me And I look for you
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
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She looked at me through the bottom of a glass Crystal eyes and wet strawberry lips I looked at her through the bottom of the bottle Seashell dimples and wild dandelion hair A scarlet chest in exchange for a day in her sands Swing set smiles Between blistering footsteps And icy ocean kisses Undressed and drowning at the bottom of her bed Feeling like **** feeling ******* high Serpentine limbs beg me “Stay” Our own little mattress comedy Cast across the plaster in pale light They’re all so ******* domestic She kicks the chair from under me Abrupt masochistic compulsions Baptized in her holy see Smoldering marquees and lascivious repartee Let’s drink every drop of this satanic chablis Until the bottle’s empty Until we’re back at the bottom And you look for me And I look for you
Recounting the events of the first few days spent with a foxy lady.
#love#ocean#beach
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ryan-kristobak
American
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
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