fuck

Hooking Up.The way youre breathing Youd think I was tap-dancing Across your rib cage Shuffle- ball- changing Atop your diaphragm, instead of fumbling my way towards ecstasy Tracing your jaw with my red paper mouth Gasping for air Claws digging into freckled shoulders Awkward hands tangling themselves in bedhead Cheeks flush, pulses throband ... wanting to go to the ends of the earth, but afraid ofHooking Up.
batik peacock 1
Black Balloon
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Let me slip into something more comfortable... like a coma.
I really appreciate it
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