the cigarette

For the cigarette... I watched you pull a box from your jeans, Snap it open and pull one out not so eagerly and yet not so gentle For the cigarette... I watched you light it up, your lips grasping tight at it, your big hands lighting it up with a gold etched lighter, 'Cause of... Continue Reading →

Do I really love you that much?

The bed and my chest should be inseparable, my fingers grasping harder into the sheets with each plough, My ass high and presented to you like a birthday cake, glazed and glistening, exotic oils reflecting your fire upon my golden skin, let your fingers dig into my skin as you drive me upon your vine,... Continue Reading →

mírame – look at me

look at me, look at me with utter adulation, look at me with love, see something deeper, something i cant see but that only you can see and that only you can identify as a rarity It’s desperate, it’s sad, it’s pathetic, I just need you to look at me. Look at me please and... Continue Reading →

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