Saturday, May 7, 2011

Parachute Down Like a Lifeline

Sweat
Spit
Grab
Grip
Push
Pull

Slap moan
cum go

After a night like this, who needs therapy? I’ve spent more time learning what makes you tick than any asshole should be allowed. 
                                                Round 2?
After a drink, but I’m not staying unless you have some dark, dirty secret to let me in on and even if that’s the case…it better be good.
          (I’m sick of rainbows and butterflies, pull the ripcord and let the monster out.
                         I’m fucked up mentally and need to know that you hurt the way I do when
                                          it’s all over.)

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