funeral sex
By aiwaz
you crush my lips like a spent cigarette yr tongue is a cherry flame that flicks ashes on my breath- yr nails dig like shovels and leaves graves to bury what i can not forget- flesh to flesh sweat to sweat the solemnity of funeral sex- you were my love now yr a scar on my back that i cant even see any more... Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:07 AM PST 0 • 16
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"you crush my lips..."