DiscoLarlie
Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 16, 2010
- Posts
- 75
This is a poem I wrote awhile ago about my lit experience and how it's really hard not to slip into a routine.
Late nights, long hours. Hard
like your cock. Words gush,
falling out of my lips (bite)
and this is who I am.
Now
Time and time again
you have one new message
and yes, I’ll navigate to it
Swinging my hips (that get in the way.)
You seem different.
Baby, you sound so hot
and one day,
I’ll look back on this
and smile, blush (die.)
Because I’m not
supposed to be a girl like this.
Whoever I am
Late nights, long hours. Hard
like your cock. Words gush,
falling out of my lips (bite)
and this is who I am.
Now
Time and time again
you have one new message
and yes, I’ll navigate to it
Swinging my hips (that get in the way.)
You seem different.
Baby, you sound so hot
and one day,
I’ll look back on this
and smile, blush (die.)
Because I’m not
supposed to be a girl like this.
Whoever I am