mister.duplicity,does she speak eloquently.
is she perverted like me.
and are you thinking of me when you f*ck her.
alanis sang it, she sang it so damn rigid and raw i can almost wipe the sweat off her top lip every time she screams it.and she screams it so well. so nasty. her tongue is a battle scar for every son of a bitch who ever screwed her; with one hand in his pocket- the other one is smoking a cigarette.
do i stress you out- sitting here begging for deliverance with my t-shirt on backwards, and relentless. i'm tired. let me not repeat myself- im humble by your humble nature.but please stop questioning me.stop giving a damn about me without a permission slip, because i don't recommend signing where your heart gets trembled by anyone. (i certainly don't.)
and why are you so petrified of silence? life has a funny way of sneaking up behind you when you think everything is going wrong, and then everything blows up in your face. you've already won me over. (in spite of me.)
you,
you,
you outta know. this is ironic: we're all a bunch of space cakes-swallowed.naked in a living room.let me not remind you of the mess you left when you went away; when the smoke clears, when the water absorbs.
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