NeonSubtlety
I'm a guy. I promise.
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- May 16, 2010
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she’s on the nine o’clock,
dead-eyed, sleeping though the turns.
she works two shit jobs
and only enjoys hot showers,
she’s a cauldron of try,
every second is an effort
and all she’s ever wanted
is a second of comfort.
I want to help her.
I want to see her
jagged jaw turn to jello
and clean her aching body,
to know the feel of unwrap,
hips relaxed, ass left melted.
I want to love her
and her angry, untrusting eyes.
I want her to know
I’d pull splinters from her,
kiss each of her wounds,
and hold her like Summer,
touch her lips and lick
the heat from her body,
leave her healed and flexing
like the symbol she is.
dead-eyed, sleeping though the turns.
she works two shit jobs
and only enjoys hot showers,
she’s a cauldron of try,
every second is an effort
and all she’s ever wanted
is a second of comfort.
I want to help her.
I want to see her
jagged jaw turn to jello
and clean her aching body,
to know the feel of unwrap,
hips relaxed, ass left melted.
I want to love her
and her angry, untrusting eyes.
I want her to know
I’d pull splinters from her,
kiss each of her wounds,
and hold her like Summer,
touch her lips and lick
the heat from her body,
leave her healed and flexing
like the symbol she is.
