On killing myself
Posted on Sun Jul 15 21:50:00 UTC 2007
Sometimes I feel like killing myself; but not tonight. Tonight I would like to kiss Life's neck, breathe deeply, inhale her scent, slide my hands slowly down her back and cup her buttocks, guide her (so slowly) and pull her close and let her feel the enormous hard on I have for her. I would slide one finger, gently, so gently down inside the elastic of her panties, feel how wet she is.
I bet she's wet. I bet she's soaking. Everything, I reckon, is gonna be all right. I bet everything is gonna be ok. I can almost guarantee it is. and I reckon I can make her cunt hairs tremble on the slightest breeze, exhaaaaaale! so softly, so close. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. So softly, a brush, the slightest sweep of lips, and honestly I bet she smells like God smells, I'd wager good money on that. I bet her pussy smells like heaven.
My god I could eat her out all night. I would flip her over, tongue her asshole like she was a giant peach and I was a simple caterpillar looking forward to swallowing her stone, whole and entire, complete and full, like might maybe I could eat my way like a bookworm straight through her asshole direct to her soul.
Someday you'll believe me. Along the edges of my knuckles are written a series of potential fights and possibilities, a bunch of fights I'm always willing to lose or throw as necessary. See me in action, I collect scars like other people collect butterflies.
See me in action: I SHINE
I bet she's wet. I bet she's soaking. Everything, I reckon, is gonna be all right. I bet everything is gonna be ok. I can almost guarantee it is. and I reckon I can make her cunt hairs tremble on the slightest breeze, exhaaaaaale! so softly, so close. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. So softly, a brush, the slightest sweep of lips, and honestly I bet she smells like God smells, I'd wager good money on that. I bet her pussy smells like heaven.
My god I could eat her out all night. I would flip her over, tongue her asshole like she was a giant peach and I was a simple caterpillar looking forward to swallowing her stone, whole and entire, complete and full, like might maybe I could eat my way like a bookworm straight through her asshole direct to her soul.
Someday you'll believe me. Along the edges of my knuckles are written a series of potential fights and possibilities, a bunch of fights I'm always willing to lose or throw as necessary. See me in action, I collect scars like other people collect butterflies.
See me in action: I SHINE