In the audio recording you sent me
An hour of touching yourself
punishment for misbehavior
you giggled and cried at the same time
The "Oh, fuck"'s
"dear, God"'s
They built up inside
screaming for the pain to stop
With a trembling whimper.
"This is fun, but I can't wait 'till it's over"
If only you had said this sooner
In the daylight
We could have known
Time was running out.
We were never so honest
as our ***
Not even to ourselves
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
In the audio recording you sent me
An hour of touching yourself
punishment for misbehavior
you giggled and cried at the same time
The "Oh, fuck"'s
"dear, God"'s
They built up inside
screaming for the pain to stop
With a trembling whimper.
"This is fun, but I can't wait 'till it's over"
If only you had said this sooner
In the daylight
We could have known
Time was running out.
We were never so honest
as our ***
Not even to ourselves
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