I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.

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I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.
beware of attack lesbian!! reblog if you too are, indeed, an attack lesbian
this is butchfemme to me
sweet femmes. femmes like sugar that melt under your touch. femmes with flesh to grope and squish and kiss and bite. femmes that wrap themselves in lace and ribbons like pretty presents. femmes that wear pink lipstick and leave kiss marks on your face. femmes that are soft like bunnies and cuddle all the time. femmes that smell like vanilla and marshmallows and sweet dreams. femmes who need hands on them at all times to feel good. femmes who whisper in your ear during functions and drag you home. femmes who wear lacy bras and tiny skirts and like parading in front of you. femmes who like being carried around, hands wrapped around your biceps. cute femmes. sweet femmes. just femmes.
I need her to lay on my chest while I run my fingers through her hair and tell her everything is going to be okay
I WANT TO BE LESBIANS WITH SOMEONE
ignore my sobbing ;-;
Keep my legs open please please please hold me down and use me until im mush and crying please please please!
from the poem Songs of Ourselves, by Susan Edwards