Hardtime 100: Challenge #31-- Confession
A little Season 6 action-- yeah, i have a thing about the behind-the-stage chair n' duct tape parade.
It always feels like this between us. Whether we're separated by 1 bunk or 10 cafeteria tables, he is on top of me; heat on heat, breath sour enough to analyze. Now it's undeniable, this closeness. Bound and gagged while he teases me at knifepoint. I wish I could tell my shaking limbs he's not capable of this.
Beautiful lies, candy-coated in believable promises come spilling forth, but it's just wordless sound to me now. I don't even know him anymore. I’m tired of furtive, desperate confessions. Like I need another secret to take to the grave.
He looks so honest. He always does.
It always feels like this between us. Whether we're separated by 1 bunk or 10 cafeteria tables, he is on top of me; heat on heat, breath sour enough to analyze. Now it's undeniable, this closeness. Bound and gagged while he teases me at knifepoint. I wish I could tell my shaking limbs he's not capable of this.
Beautiful lies, candy-coated in believable promises come spilling forth, but it's just wordless sound to me now. I don't even know him anymore. I’m tired of furtive, desperate confessions. Like I need another secret to take to the grave.
He looks so honest. He always does.