Two sticky Devils pit ciders
embalmed in strawberry juice.
‘Tell me why you messaged her’.
It’s not just the sun causing
those sweat beads.
Fiery fingers fly through
your book as you ignore
me. The sand creeps in
between my folds and
Irritates my skin as if
it wasn’t crawling already.
A beautiful scene mocks us.
Glittering grasses, crystal waters;
today is perfect.
If I forget that you’re next to me.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
Two sticky Devils pit ciders
embalmed in strawberry juice.
‘Tell me why you messaged her’.
It’s not just the sun causing
those sweat beads.
Fiery fingers fly through
your book as you ignore
me. The sand creeps in
between my folds and
Irritates my skin as if
it wasn’t crawling already.
A beautiful scene mocks us.
Glittering grasses, crystal waters;
today is perfect.
If I forget that you’re next to me.
