Jan 2019
I could sit for hours,
Looking at the blade.
Gleaming in the ****** bedroom light,
Smiling back at me,
Begging me to use it.
My thighs itching with anticipation,
Too be torn to pieces.
Looking at the blade.
Gleaming in the ****** bedroom light,
Smiling back at me,
Begging me to use it.
My thighs itching with anticipation,
Too be torn to pieces.
