Watching porn and not thinking of you.And lying through my teeth!Whores the fashion's worth.Missing that pretty little nothing gained
A gun. Or imprisoned within a shelf the room without a view somebody to visit further than an arm's length. The greatest feast absorbed upon her naked fling long ago. Far then.
There's stupidity fashioned. A razor's smile in edge along her barb-wired mouth and bodies at a long day's south sleep seperately now. Pieces- I still reside the same.
Written with care. Shoulders that shrug. Milking it for all each penny's worth.
Under a foot of water. And struggling for breath never came left me at best bereft.
And above ground. (Tools challenged) far beyond boxes. Summers clear-
There you will find me at my peek.Laughing like a madman, but not yet drunk enough.Her words cut like vinegar and still I taste the sugar from that lost portion: flesh.