By ZoE (Tori_cakes@hotmail.com)
Date: 8 June 1999

It's like we are in Hollywood...

it's that cigarette
it's the way she coughs
the way he doesn't say anything when I'm upset but kisses my hand in the front
seat of his cluttered car
The way he assures me in so many ways
how he listens
just listens
she makes me think alot
more than I would like to
she plays with his dick
Chris's hot pink hair
the fosforescent lights
the way he kisses me goodnight
the pools in his eyes
the fetish he has for smashing beautiful girls faces in
the ways he 5 finger (discounts) Hollywood sex but this isn't Hollywood
so it's just sex