Smile like you mean it, I titter
with tongue in teeth. Bite the end
and hit it across the consonant. Cry,
abuse! Beater! It’s part of it –
to do you good. Tears trip pity.
No, I know those weren’t meant;
you’re here for my rapture.
Caught between tines a ********
brands you both illicit and curious,
clings to your skin as blood
and *** is alike to smoke and fire.
I’ll teach you to be felt contented.
Take my example. Look, note here;
the slant of a lip, eyes just taut,
the jutted chin—look! Copy in delight:
‘Smile like you mean it.’
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 3:47 AM UTC
Smile like you mean it, I titter
with tongue in teeth. Bite the end
and hit it across the consonant. Cry,
abuse! Beater! It’s part of it –
to do you good. Tears trip pity.
No, I know those weren’t meant;
you’re here for my rapture.
Caught between tines a ********
brands you both illicit and curious,
clings to your skin as blood
and *** is alike to smoke and fire.
I’ll teach you to be felt contented.
Take my example. Look, note here;
the slant of a lip, eyes just taut,
the jutted chin—look! Copy in delight:
‘Smile like you mean it.’
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