I kiss their cheeks flushing as I glare with a hungering stare
I pull up their skirt, stick my finger in without a fimble of care
I rip off their shirt, then i linger as i realise, no one is there....
nice ending. i liked the imagery, and the darkness in the tone of the piece. i wish i could string a line even as complete as you do.
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Originally Posted by Objective
Judging from those pics and the state you're in I've concluded with the fact that the world needs more Bodeys.
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