her nailpolish-

i think she called it i'm-not-a-waitress-red

- was chipped as she ran

her spidery nails down his spine

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her wispy blonde tendrils smelled of

yesterday's weed

and her breath smelled like peppermint

(but it's just a fake little mint hiding liquer)

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she left maplesyrup lipgloss marks on his left shoulder

and she sucked on skittles while she sucked on him

and left rainbow rings youknowwhere

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you'll kiss the gun too

when i shove it down your throat

won't you (sweetheart)?

doest it taste like him, bitch?

and you'll swirl your tongue around the barrel

right before it whispers to you

boom.