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By twinkle Date: 2005 Nov 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.20.15.37.15414]] |
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kahlua and cream two hours later reading my breasts in the shower fortune teller tell me what you see small of your back a place for my tongue to eat breakfast in bed the maid caught us like a record player laughing we tied the sheets tighter white stained with our longing i'll walk down the avenue in my tight miniskirt i'll do whatever the hell i want fuck it i won't keep a clean mouth these are my antichrist high heels rent the hotel room again and this time i'll rip up the carpet with my tongue give me that cigarette damn it burn my black bra and cram the lace into your mouth like a lie you want to believe |