This Hushed Orgasm with eyes wide open
an optical blur(red reality) & there's only
This Mystical Fog like something out of a
fairytale but only lasts for ten seconds
But It's Bliss when it's in motion like
your (dickinmycunt) I-I-ImeanUS. yes,
Us Which Happens to be a delusion like
this mystical fog & i need to catch-my
-breath
Before I Speak once more & i wish i
could see the light (sohopeful) in
The Expansion Of your (sodilated)
pupils because honestly:
All-I-See-is-her

black widow lounged against your pillow (that's all i am to you) just a starlet/harlot with fingers outstretched to a place i can't reach i'm sick of this jealousy this deception this corruption but i'm so -in-love-with-you- that it achessocliched but i'm sure you'll only stare when i stick this gun down my throat instead of your dick and i know though it hurts that you'll just resent that i'd choose IT over YOU;

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&
Her Vacant Eyes stare up to a looming
figure -- he kisses her lips & smiles
With Something In his eyes & an (aching)
fervor on his lips