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Butch and Blonde

Fresh laundry

***** combat boots

Grey ripped jeans

Dark honey eyes

You got a tattoo?? That's so cool

Looking up to you

Listening to every word

Your girlfriend?? Oh… your girlfriend… well, kind of… you know how that goes...

No chance

upset

crying

all alone

You call

Heart beats

Veins jump

Panic

Hi

I miss you

Pulse quickens

You… you do?

Butch

My introduction.

My undoing.

My torture.

But… but you're a girl…

Confusion.

So

much

confusion.

Hatred.

Can't tell mom.

You.

Butch

blonde

soft brown eyes

warm

like dark honey

mysterious

what are you?

who are you?

what are you doing to me?

dreams

indescribable

wake up

soaking wet

you do strange things to my head

I reach down

feels sticky

rubbing

you

you

butchandblonde

and brown eyed

doe eyed

hands moving faster

you

***** combat boots

ripped jeans

you

fresh laundry

tattoos

mindfuck

feel it building

waves through me

you

pushing into me

shaking

fingers lost

you

scream too loud

thank god no one's home

lying there for hours

heavy breathing

youyouyouyou

butchandblonde

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Written by
deana-luna
Russian
Published
Oct 18, 2012
Lines·Words
75·175
Notes

About an infatuation from a long time ago...

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