Stella told us she was bi.
I stared down at my oysters,
covered in parmesan,
taste like the ***** in Frenchtown.
With my silken tongue,
flicked another from its
shell, let the goo drip
down my lip, and run
up my wrist.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
Stella told us she was bi.
I stared down at my oysters,
covered in parmesan,
taste like the ***** in Frenchtown.
With my silken tongue,
flicked another from its
shell, let the goo drip
down my lip, and run
up my wrist.
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