Current mood: bored
Category: Writing and Poetry
I posted sticky notes all over my inner me.
[Heart]- dnt let her enter!! she won't know wat to do wit. I shoulda listened.
[Right side of my brain]- dnt relate to her cuz soon ur poems will be all about her.
Now I find everything I write refers back to u. 2 outta 2 im losing... shall I continue.
Get my drift. I let u in. Fuck it!
Middle finger in the air same 1 I fucked u with.
Catch ur nutt.
Drip down my hand as I make ＬöＶë to u with my middle finger in u...
Sayin Fuck ＬöＶë!
My ＬöＶë forever dis-owne's u.
So I placed my tongue on u...
ate thru u..
Layer by layer...
tasted the bitter and sour layers..
How many licks til I get 2 where the real u shines thru?
Soft and sweet never happened so its back to my middle finger as I fucked ＬöＶë into u.
Isn't that the same finger u used to fuck me 2?