Wet Love Pillow pills of sheat, dusted over the half cracked mirrors. Business men, their tight conservative dress shirts. The taste of whiskey, still lingered on her tongue. She struggled to breath them into her. Their soft lips, against her shoulder, burnt like hot wax. As they kissed her bloody wrists, with thier moist tongues, they think of leaving.......
Reason for writing:
Well, I really don't know what inspired me to tell you,
the truth. But I would really like some feed-back. I'm an
Aquarius. And you could e-mail me at the above adress please.
And maby we could exchange poems and stuff......:)
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