Hot and Sticky
So we look and gage the response to our page to hope for , what?
Love? We open ouselves like a naked babe to what? Judgement?
We slander the very deceipt that we claim to hate yet secretly
covet hoping we're not to late to have some grubby slick
finger inserted into our vortex and message our ego...
to spew a hot glob of chump right onto our faceless selves.
God we are hot! And we know how to stick our things into the
spot that yearns for release and secretly cries please
please me. God we're so hot! Sexy and full of ourselves,
wish we could do it just like mamma said was god damn good,
huh?
Want to be porned up, speed induced, leather bound, nymphed
and morphed to another galaxy but it just won't come......never.Please,
pick me. Stick me. Mouth my notions and join me, spread me,
dread
me until it's all fed to me and we can be friends once
again.Until then let the sly liars shake their image of
what they think they see until it's wet enough or hard
enough to finally fit into their own shaken belief that
love is what we will find here...........where the hell
have all of us gone?Think about it like this; this is as good
as it will ever get.Are you hard and wet now....Do you think
you are loved? Do you think......... at all?
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