We have fun . . . Don't we? With anna_grin

I'm wondering
can i use household bleach on leg hair
funny see now
i've got reasons to keep clean
i feel sweet like kool aid
feel like smooth whiskey

Turns out I'm something of an artist
Working in orgasm like DaVinci worked in paint
People tell me I'm pretty good
Each performance pushing towards mastery
Always improving
Always looking for something new and exciting

in the scabby corners
tenner for a good time i like a good time
finding this time
look at me like you imagined me
i don't even stress when you says
'you haven't seen me be evil'
bite my neck
that's fine with me
i don't want to break my spirit
but my spine...

our warm wetness
And I'm falling in and out of love with you.
Because this is what love means to me.  Physicality expanded.  fingering your smooth sadness, running
along the edge of your madness

circle about
like a fly missing a wing
fuck in time with the hum of my blood
and its so smooth and i
taste and take
what i want
and i hope you've lost respect for me

in the morning
play that stone sour loud
touching your tectonic plates
I can tell by the way you shake
Tremors running down your leg
Down your arms

she's shaking me apart