meet my home, meet me;
Were numb by the cigarillos, beer and cigarettes, used the oportunity to question me about my soul. I gave an more than sober answer and that confused your freaking drunk mind. I began to wish that you had stopped starring me with this two deep blue.
Tried slowly to break the walls of my being, but... Mother taught you well how to be a sweet gentleman, souless boy - poor silly girls! The main problem is that you know I am not their kind, and that is not even close to good to you, so the first solution is to ruin it.
You can’t destroy everything with your hand darling,because someday you will destroy yourself for crushing something you did not even know you loved. By that day, I hope that you fall apart with your, so called “lovely”, loneliness.
Use all of senses when you are not high, touch my neck, smell my skin, delight yourself in small bites of myself, see my body writhe of pleasure, all of this, only to hear me moaning: “please, stay more... Just a little more”.
I am sleepy as always, but I’ve haven’t changed my mind: Rather write about the sex, than sex about the writting. My eyes are slowly closing, so I can smell your arms under me, persuit every inchof your body with my tiny nose, until I actually fal...
