cuntflaps

at least i can live with you for now, will some peace of mind that somehow, somewhen this will all come back upon you. it's easy to hate someone. because it's "fun". because it's easier than admitting that maybe you weren't quite so right in jumping to your impetuous conclusions. you can hide for the while behind your spiteful words. so, i will keep quiet. and avoid you when lady luck allows. i will lie low, and deflect attention. and one day, maybe mid-thirties, baby in hand, a stranger will mutter malicious malcontent in passing that will make you feel two inches tall. [that's incredibly small] and you wi

s m e l l - familiar, somewhat sweet not uncommon. unexpensive scents. and everytime it rushes up my nose with the passion i grew to know so well it reminds me of    *pure.pleasure. of burying my face in the hollows of your shoulder blades, of breathing in so hard between simultaneous grinds, almost begging to suffocate. s o u n d - zips, fumbling with.    - fum.ble. V. 1) to feel or grope about clumsily. clothes thrown to the floor, melodramatics being our fortes for forty minutes. kissing noises: not a thought devoted to them in the chaos. the creaks of the matress springs we paused to complain about everytime we stirre

he'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her right now. she was a fragile mess, hurt by so many guys before and the look on her face as she unbuttoned her virgin white top said, "be gentle, be nice." he eyed her up and down. everything about her was innocent. her long black hair fell down into her eyes as she slipped off her top. left, standing near to naked in the middle of his bedroom, nothing to keep her warm but his intent glare and it made her feel alone, dirty, afraid. but then he stood up, took her in his arms and kissed her, kissed her like he meant it. he gently manoeuvred her down onto his bed, pulling off his t-shirt, unzipp

written down and sounded out the word USED so much it's lost it's meaning. four nonsensical letters dangling in the air above my skull.       - skull; implies dead, rotting, brainless. and i'm not sure if you're the dictionary definition of   player        but i know it's something similar. the words "making" and "love" seem like words when put together are reserved only for pornographic fairytales. and fairytale, this was not. drinking starts at half eleven. (haven't left my room yet, so i tell myself it's not that tragic). and in my dreams i had a chance to make it right. (probably why i didn't sleep most of the night).