love in a plastic bag over the face
tuck you in, suck you in, fuck you in
she says 'i come here often' as she points to a stain on the bed, it smells of chlorine and piss and then she states ' but i want to come here' with a french tipped finger she touches my lips
my nose starts to bleed, she says she likes my taste, she says my arms are strong, i say 'sometimes they bend back'
in the bed, i hold her close, i hold her solid, i keep her warm but we never kiss, is this good? is this bad? is this love? no not love, she teaches me all these new sexual tricks, i keep my climax under control as i fuck her in the ass,...just for a laugh, a damaged love, a hope that never becomes reality, my head between her knees, her thighs trembile, her voices cracks, a sweat starts to form on my upper lip
i cannot catch my breath, she asks 'what is this...' i tell her to mind your own buissness, hold the love at the door, there is no room for it now, the harbour is clean when the fluids flow, exchanging evil for evil
this is trying to hard, this is loving without love, a bullet-proof fuck, a simple smile and bodies the shape of ciggerettes, in red sheets, the sounds are thrown back off the wall as she becomes a woman in the place where she wanted on my face
is this love? no not love, i am just keeping her warm, and we never kiss
she says 'i come here often' as she points to a stain on the bed, it smells of chlorine and piss and then she states ' but i want to come here' with a french tipped finger she touches my lips
my nose starts to bleed, she says she likes my taste, she says my arms are strong, i say 'sometimes they bend back'
in the bed, i hold her close, i hold her solid, i keep her warm but we never kiss, is this good? is this bad? is this love? no not love, she teaches me all these new sexual tricks, i keep my climax under control as i fuck her in the ass,...just for a laugh, a damaged love, a hope that never becomes reality, my head between her knees, her thighs trembile, her voices cracks, a sweat starts to form on my upper lip
i cannot catch my breath, she asks 'what is this...' i tell her to mind your own buissness, hold the love at the door, there is no room for it now, the harbour is clean when the fluids flow, exchanging evil for evil
this is trying to hard, this is loving without love, a bullet-proof fuck, a simple smile and bodies the shape of ciggerettes, in red sheets, the sounds are thrown back off the wall as she becomes a woman in the place where she wanted on my face
is this love? no not love, i am just keeping her warm, and we never kiss