she licked the line of sweat that
groped my hair up the
middle of my chest with
her hot and sticky tongue,
and as I looked into her
blackened, wilting eyes,
while beating my head
violently against her lips,
I felt the guilt lacerating my insides
worse than the drugs devouring her mind.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
she licked the line of sweat that
groped my hair up the
middle of my chest with
her hot and sticky tongue,
and as I looked into her
blackened, wilting eyes,
while beating my head
violently against her lips,
I felt the guilt lacerating my insides
worse than the drugs devouring her mind.
written based off of the given word, ****
