If there is a God,
my God
is a **** brunette.
Doe eyes,
stunning violet,
dark with eyeliner.
Star tattoos
twinkle on her face,
shooting across the skies
of her cheeks. A lower
lip piercing
accentuates
the **** curve
of her pouty lips.
Her lithe body,
also inked,
golden from the sun.
She smokes Camels,
sunlit smoke glowing
as it pours from her lips.
She’d ask me to join her
every time
she went outside
to have one,
grinning when she exhales.
I believe already.
My God.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
If there is a God,
my God
is a **** brunette.
Doe eyes,
stunning violet,
dark with eyeliner.
Star tattoos
twinkle on her face,
shooting across the skies
of her cheeks. A lower
lip piercing
accentuates
the **** curve
of her pouty lips.
Her lithe body,
also inked,
golden from the sun.
She smokes Camels,
sunlit smoke glowing
as it pours from her lips.
She’d ask me to join her
every time
she went outside
to have one,
grinning when she exhales.
I believe already.
My God.
