She opened my mouth And began to throw all of her ***** things inside. The collar of her shirt laced With a smirk. She filled my mouth with soap The seat of her jeans between my teeth. Normally she'd walk away But today She sat on top of me My insides swished around & around Thumping & bumbling around. She closed my mouth and sat on my face. A collection of all her ***** things Coming clean Including I, Without need for a change dispenser
Right here? Right now? its just you and I and the summer architecture. Shouldn't be feeling this right here, right now just isn't the time. The architecture was flawed to begin with the lions share crafted in low bandwidth. Cant seem to understand right here, right now wasn't fit to abide. Right here? Right now? just me and calloused fingers just uninspired and unoriginal At wits end with consolation prizes.