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i can't help the daydream girl that's poor in her choice of places. she picks the night before i fall under, and she's all semipostprepubescent glow that some call purity. they say it's virginity but i know a smell a mile away, and girls over the age loose it like anything. that and she's not, but it's fine by me. that and she's not she's dirty under the nails but i needed it like that. hating dolls but like one left to sweat herself, the sweet smell that could be perversion but isn't. all i could say was the same, the same thing and it slipped out like i was out of orbit. lacking stimuli. gone. vacated. and i said it i said it [tomyself]
"i'm alittle depraved"
with the strap hanging above my elbow and my chest half bare, my feet dirty on the bottom with cobwebs and old soil. nightgown scrunched at the hips, toes curled to the inside, buttons that said "friends to the heart are friends forever" and silk ties that were frayed. and i was salivating like a dog and she was bare as the sun, ad all i could do was but squint at the sight of it. of this pheremone pure thing. of this needmenowneedmwnow fixation. of the fiction that could have sprung me any other time. and she breathed, and my fingers twisted to amputate in the faux skinpink silk sheet, head dooring and back like a verticle bridge. i was huffing on the inside. i way dying i was groaning i was keeping it to myself. i'm what my mom said i should avoid and why i could never wear spiked collars or cuffs. i was childhood bdsm, the kind that was hints before understanding. she was soft and so were the curls inbetween because a shower can make morning dew out of it.
she was a step in. she was hovering here. she was hips to stand above my ears she was inches from my face. she was standing with the innocent foward rock of gradeschool skirts and my breathing was a tickle on lips far from her face. i was filthy i couldn't stand it it was all i needed i never wanted it to escalate or end i would ave killed time if i had the idea to move for it. i was statuette frozen i wanted to reach out and snuff out her light i was fighting everything on the inside. i was one angel for every hundred tempting demons i was out numbered i wanted heaven with her under me i wanted to debase i was so content i was two sided i was loosing the war.
she went to bed and i held still, the replay ongoing in my head of burying my face into her. of kissing her lips that were softer than any description rendered by man, of drowning under a tongue with cigarette aftertaste and an 8gague that clicked my molars. of her creeping over me on hands and knees of heat compiled of a lack of friction between us. of wasting away like that. of asking her for it. of asking her for anything.
i went to bed with my hands between my legs and a memory made out of wishes that are too acidic for a naive creature too young and pure for my needs. the things she says she'll grow into and get used to, a rule i consent to though i string myself up by the neck with rusty phone wire as i wait.
daydream girl breathed in my ear and rocked bone on bone.
i'll never wake up.
"i'm alittle depraved"
with the strap hanging above my elbow and my chest half bare, my feet dirty on the bottom with cobwebs and old soil. nightgown scrunched at the hips, toes curled to the inside, buttons that said "friends to the heart are friends forever" and silk ties that were frayed. and i was salivating like a dog and she was bare as the sun, ad all i could do was but squint at the sight of it. of this pheremone pure thing. of this needmenowneedmwnow fixation. of the fiction that could have sprung me any other time. and she breathed, and my fingers twisted to amputate in the faux skinpink silk sheet, head dooring and back like a verticle bridge. i was huffing on the inside. i way dying i was groaning i was keeping it to myself. i'm what my mom said i should avoid and why i could never wear spiked collars or cuffs. i was childhood bdsm, the kind that was hints before understanding. she was soft and so were the curls inbetween because a shower can make morning dew out of it.
she was a step in. she was hovering here. she was hips to stand above my ears she was inches from my face. she was standing with the innocent foward rock of gradeschool skirts and my breathing was a tickle on lips far from her face. i was filthy i couldn't stand it it was all i needed i never wanted it to escalate or end i would ave killed time if i had the idea to move for it. i was statuette frozen i wanted to reach out and snuff out her light i was fighting everything on the inside. i was one angel for every hundred tempting demons i was out numbered i wanted heaven with her under me i wanted to debase i was so content i was two sided i was loosing the war.
she went to bed and i held still, the replay ongoing in my head of burying my face into her. of kissing her lips that were softer than any description rendered by man, of drowning under a tongue with cigarette aftertaste and an 8gague that clicked my molars. of her creeping over me on hands and knees of heat compiled of a lack of friction between us. of wasting away like that. of asking her for it. of asking her for anything.
i went to bed with my hands between my legs and a memory made out of wishes that are too acidic for a naive creature too young and pure for my needs. the things she says she'll grow into and get used to, a rule i consent to though i string myself up by the neck with rusty phone wire as i wait.
daydream girl breathed in my ear and rocked bone on bone.
i'll never wake up.