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@sweetandsami
Maybe heās running from the truth
How to Keep Her Happy
Listen to her
Be loyal
Tell the truth
Smack that ass
Feed her
Let her sleep
Eat the pussy
Play with & suck on her tits
Kiss her a lot
Massage her
Surprise her
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When he say he donāt eat ass
drink water eat good have nasty sex mind ya business
@thesexualquotes (via thesexualquotes)
You can call me Your steed Your wagon Your ditch Bound Buick, As long as You ride me Again.
the train is coming
into your station,
a creation of duration &
rhythmic gyration
as it chugs along your
tightening tracks.
my tongue pleads guilty to committing the crime between your legs
Iām not sorry for the bruises on your knees
or the way your lips make my hips gush
shit what started as a joke now busted my egg & brought forth its yolk push push poke poke kegel my sausage bend to your toes
Now youāre talking Breakfast in bed Make me your Main course, Weāve made A fucking mess But our tongues Can clean it up.
languid lick & a wink,
i promise iāll make
you drip, you singā
a stunning solo, a
magnificent moan.
squeeze my thighs and make me sing
praises to a motion heat easily slips into
Iāll ease off the clutch & roll onto the gas Iāll twistlick your buttons palmsmack your ass Iāve been here before but you can still read me the map then we can start banging gears once we know where weāre at
our final golden hour
I donāt know if we will ever see each other again
the first few years after you left me I wanted to
triple knot hang your soul in the darkest depths of hell for eighteen
years & sew its eyes open for a spotlight that would blind the sun & have my ghosts and demons throw knives into every organ
and extremity like theyāve done to me every sand drop
since your heartās departure
Iāve recently grown to understand that vindication is overrated & in your position I wouldāve made the same decision
Iāve learned thereās nothing worse than giving in to the mirror because its implausible whispers become the benchmark of reason
if I happen to see you in thirty years I wish for the following
I wish I could forget the reason you told me you couldnāt leave me when you shouldāve & I wish you could forget all the angry mood swings that took hold of my tongue
I lost all your paintings in the many moves since our first apartment & I hope you still find time to fill your journals with nonsense sunshine verses and your walls with your drawings, paintings, & magazine collagings
I still have the tiny ceramic coffee cup you made me that you hated Iāve been looking but Iāve never tasted coffee like the way you make it
I would sip it & trace the shadows we left in each piece every morning remembering the skeletons of words I wrote while you erased lines mixed hues, and scissor glued
Iāve fallen in love twice since you one never treated me right & this one wants to
I hope he looks at you in the same way our eyes connected & he makes you smile bigger than I did before dwarfing it
you cried every time I bouqueted you because you didnāt like to watch beauty wither & sweetheart the sight of your shaking voice in these walls is something I donāt like to watch every night so I hope he makes you feel beautiful with every painted petal
teach Ollie that life is unexpected but worth it and to not nihilistisize
itās hard to hope without the blanket of something greater I still shiver in the sunlight
so in three decades when we wrinkle and become grey
if we meet I hope you forgive me I know it wonāt fix anything but at least I will be able to decompose with a half-smile
knowing you know
I tried
Call her filthy things with your fingers inside of her.
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