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Jan 2014
His sweet lips were frenzied and panicked as he
Kissed me
Before throwing himself back into the seat--
He didn’t mean to do it.
His breath comes in short gasps as my
fingers work inside him
My trembling hands caress the curve of his face
His blonde hair is too soft and his body jerks as he pants
I whisper in his ear
He begs me for more
"Please...."
Those smooth pink lips will be the death of me

He lied to me all night long with those wide dancing green eyes
(((They’re ******* shut now in pleasure and pain)))
And we drove down those winding roads in the dead of night and his voice dripped with sarcasm
((Like how he’s now dripping with ***))
And all he gave me was his rock-hard exterior
(Now he’s giving me his rock hard ****)

Nice ******* try. You act like you’re so ******* superior and you treat everyone like **** and you tear me down and you think you’re so cool because you go to parties and drink your beer but I saw it in you and I knew what you wanted and I knew what I wanted and I put up with you and your abuse just so I could
Lay
You
Bare

Picked apart right in front of my eyes he’s
Beautiful
There’s no vengeance here.
Written by
J S Rogers
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