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On my way home, after a bad a time and I'm caught in a thunderstorm It takes a long time, to move my feet through the mud and self pity I'm hungry for white-blonde hair and green eyes or steak and strawberries but I go to bed with an empty stomach and dream so vividly that you lost your tongue to a stray dog at the bar Your legs are wrapped around my waist I put my hand around your throat and you press your hips into mine. I'm hungry. I move my lips to your throat and you inhale sharply. I'm so hungry. I bite you, maybe too hard, but you don't make a sound
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
An empty stomach
On my way home, after a bad a time and I'm caught in a thunderstorm It takes a long time, to move my feet through the mud and self pity I'm hungry for white-blonde hair and green eyes or steak and strawberries but I go to bed with an empty stomach and dream so vividly that you lost your tongue to a stray dog at the bar Your legs are wrapped around my waist I put my hand around your throat and you press your hips into mine. I'm hungry. I move my lips to your throat and you inhale sharply. I'm so hungry. I bite you, maybe too hard, but you don't make a sound
jaime-nautte
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
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