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your mom’s Honda my thighs stick to one another as you stick to me the AC in your car imitates the moans we make the windows that look like we just got out of a shower it’s already hot enough in the backseat of your mom’s Honda as we hold each other my forehead against your chest as the heat makes us lazy with lust your chest expands and deflates and i can hear your heartbeat slow to a normal rate but after I’m sure you’re asleep i gently get out of your arms, untangling myself I want to be more than just your late night call or your fuckbuddy just another one of your girls you take into your mom’s Honda and treat her like a queen the night of, and trash the next morning this woman doesn’t want to sleep on uncomfortable and chunky seats this woman deserves a man, not a boy this woman deserves someone who treats her right this woman wants someone who is not afraid to be loyal and since you can’t provide that, this woman is leaving locking the door behind me and opening the side of your mom’s Honda the oil filler cap clicks between my fingers and as i throw the cap behind me my other hand flicking open a lighter, I ignite it with my anger and I watch the skeleton of your car blaze with the sparks we felt and that was the end of you and your mom’s Honda
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Your Mom's Honda
your mom’s Honda my thighs stick to one another as you stick to me the AC in your car imitates the moans we make the windows that look like we just got out of a shower it’s already hot enough in the backseat of your mom’s Honda as we hold each other my forehead against your chest as the heat makes us lazy with lust your chest expands and deflates and i can hear your heartbeat slow to a normal rate but after I’m sure you’re asleep i gently get out of your arms, untangling myself I want to be more than just your late night call or your fuckbuddy just another one of your girls you take into your mom’s Honda and treat her like a queen the night of, and trash the next morning this woman doesn’t want to sleep on uncomfortable and chunky seats this woman deserves a man, not a boy this woman deserves someone who treats her right this woman wants someone who is not afraid to be loyal and since you can’t provide that, this woman is leaving locking the door behind me and opening the side of your mom’s Honda the oil filler cap clicks between my fingers and as i throw the cap behind me my other hand flicking open a lighter, I ignite it with my anger and I watch the skeleton of your car blaze with the sparks we felt and that was the end of you and your mom’s Honda
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
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