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By Misti Date: 2003 Dec 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.07.14.16.8504]] |
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Tim Hale you turned me on sitting beside me in the pew I was a perfect pale pastry in my pink dress you rubbed a quarter along my thigh and I was too shy to think it but you could have fucked the roses out of me even though for years I longed for your brother Matt a girl once said she loved the stars in your eyes she thought of you when she heard all the '50s swoon songs your eyes were blue enough but your brother's hazel eyes made me crumble still you turned me on and I wondered what it would be like to be your Easter Sunday girl dreams this morning began with a montage of different men fucking me missionary style me thinking I love his brown eyes I will fuck him and I will like it even if he is my cousin even if the AstroGlide is lost somewhere underneath the mound of shed clothing but then the dreams ended with you me and two other girls swore you were God and we outdid ourselves worshipping you in our '80s mall dazzle and you were semi-conscious in a hospital bed I draped myself over you and lied to you telling you I was your wife you were not convinced or happy about the prospect but you were too sick to argue and there was no way you could hurt me. |