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it's not even noon, but my thoughts are drenched with *** bound and gagged. you're dancing around the kitchen, clad only in a pair of lace ******* you paid too much for at Victoria's Secret liaisons by the seaside, sand sieving through your hair: all forms of metal-backed currency taste like ***** on your fingertips stuffed roughly in my mouth, call me a **** pretty please? promethazine slathered over watermelon sherbert and soaked in Sprite; put a lid on it and shake vigorously until well mixed. Xanax exacerbated migraines mean naptime for me, and I forgot to tell you the Gatorade is spiked with ***** (or maybe tequila; I've well and truly forgotten) and all of this is just another means of replacing you. you're wrapped in an ecru trench coat, cinched at the waist over concealed weaponry: unlicensed pistol and wet coral ***** constrained by a black leather holster and cobalt cotton. you kissed me with ******* in your nostrils and nosebleed on your lips; you killed me with contempt in your mouth and venom on your nails.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
kissin kate barlow
it's not even noon, but my thoughts are drenched with *** bound and gagged. you're dancing around the kitchen, clad only in a pair of lace ******* you paid too much for at Victoria's Secret liaisons by the seaside, sand sieving through your hair: all forms of metal-backed currency taste like ***** on your fingertips stuffed roughly in my mouth, call me a **** pretty please? promethazine slathered over watermelon sherbert and soaked in Sprite; put a lid on it and shake vigorously until well mixed. Xanax exacerbated migraines mean naptime for me, and I forgot to tell you the Gatorade is spiked with ***** (or maybe tequila; I've well and truly forgotten) and all of this is just another means of replacing you. you're wrapped in an ecru trench coat, cinched at the waist over concealed weaponry: unlicensed pistol and wet coral ***** constrained by a black leather holster and cobalt cotton. you kissed me with ******* in your nostrils and nosebleed on your lips; you killed me with contempt in your mouth and venom on your nails.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
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