| dry lips mold your broken promises
and stifle raising screams of broken hearts
restitching raw flesh with kisses and soft carresses
but as the tears dry;
as reservations melt with embrace,
the web encasses the hollowed carcasses again
and the insect feeds on their faded inhibitions
when he swallows them whole,
they fall in love again |
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| i just died from reading texts from last night
(828): he was so hot that i framed the used condom. it's not trash, it's art. (256): every time i send "do you want some cock" to her T9 manages to change it to "anal"...i think she's mad now (949): Looks like an M-80 went off in a lb. of pastrami (650): barbara walters just said penis... (630): I almost took home a boy from the bar last night, till i realized he was not speaking drunk, he was from another country and didnt know english. that could have been an awkward morning.
(1-630): dollar beers will do that to you. (908): You just compared our sex life to a seven year old kid. (334): He had some BAD nuttage
(334): Nuttage?
(334): It's like cleavage......... but different |
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| i love the song losin' it by nsn. like its amazing. and it describes what i feel most of the time.
her stomach was in her throat as she was led into his room. she awkwardly slipped off her shoes and shoved her hands deep in her pockets, accidentally causing her pants to slide past her hips as the boy in front of her dug out a bag of weed from his closet. he moved closer to her, pipe and weed in hand, "can i have a hug first?" she wrapped her arms around his neck and his free arm cradled her curves. "you're a really good hugger," he whispered into her ear and she whispered back, "so are you." nerves fluttered through her body as they pulled back and stared at each others lips.
"is there something you want?"
"only if theres something you want..." he trailed off, his eyes never leaving her lips. she entwined her fingers in his hair and stood up on her toes to reach his soft lips. their lips moved passionatley yet slowly, and the boy's hands explored her lower back. she grabbed onto his hair and licked his lower lip as he threw the pipe and weed to the floor, devouting both his hands to her body. his lips seperated from hers suddenly, "should we move this to the bed?" she nodded and shimmied herself onto his bed resting on her elbows until he crawled on top of her, gently lowering his body agaisnt hers , his leg pressed between her thighs. they kissed and touched, their hips grinding slowly.
ugh cant write anymore. though itd be interesting to write about me asking if he still had his socks on while i was high as a kite.
oh right and when i bumbled like an idiot through the virginity speech. -.-
you know id be more self conscious about making this public, but no one really looks at this anyway |
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| miami never sounded so sweet
and your haze never got me so high
the tears never seemed so beat
and i never thought so much of your thighs
pressed between mine
i aint scared of your fists or your mother-freaking lies |
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| is there something you want?
a heavy haze
that still haunts
with your jaded gaze
my hips are scarred
with your bedroom artillery
my lips are charred
with your firery distillery
douse me in your gasoline
and kiss me to sleep
you've got your whole life to do these things
but my legs were shaking
my hands were searching for her in the backseat of my car |
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