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Thursdays
cases of beer capsules
of all colors
and we met at the corner
walked in with a crowd
sneakin' grabs
so no one saw us
girls on the couch talkin
bout'
the way your lips
look so seductive when
you part your mouth
& the boys to your
left tryna look up
my dress
and we're in the middle
of all this
trying to repress
lifted up his
solo cup
smirkin' at me
inhalin my cig
slowly
just to chill the
speed
threw down my
school ID
emptied out the script
took a couple bumps
said I got the rest
in the car & he
followed me out
Didn't make it down
the steps
back against the
neighbor's door & his
face between my legs
goosebumps up my
inner thigh
when the tip of his
tongues inside
looks up at me
devouring me
alive
people walkin up
to the front door
just tryna party
we're runnin down
the steps lookin
for a spot to hide me
laundry room to the
apartments
you sit me up on
the washer
leaned forward barely
a kiss and
i'm drippin like a
faucet
the machine wasn't
even on
and we rocked that
metal, chippin paint
off the wall
he wasn't the type to
speak
his eyes ate at me while
my moan peaked
felt me soaking his legs
all down his shaft
his lips squeezed my chest
I can barely gasp
put his finger in my mouth
slowly sucked it out
vibrated with his skin when
he placed his hand on my
hips
both closed are eyes feeling
the world between our lips
of all colors
and we met at the corner
walked in with a crowd
sneakin' grabs
so no one saw us
girls on the couch talkin
bout'
the way your lips
look so seductive when
you part your mouth
& the boys to your
left tryna look up
my dress
and we're in the middle
of all this
trying to repress
lifted up his
solo cup
smirkin' at me
inhalin my cig
slowly
just to chill the
speed
threw down my
school ID
emptied out the script
took a couple bumps
said I got the rest
in the car & he
followed me out
Didn't make it down
the steps
back against the
neighbor's door & his
face between my legs
goosebumps up my
inner thigh
when the tip of his
tongues inside
looks up at me
devouring me
alive
people walkin up
to the front door
just tryna party
we're runnin down
the steps lookin
for a spot to hide me
laundry room to the
apartments
you sit me up on
the washer
leaned forward barely
a kiss and
i'm drippin like a
faucet
the machine wasn't
even on
and we rocked that
metal, chippin paint
off the wall
he wasn't the type to
speak
his eyes ate at me while
my moan peaked
felt me soaking his legs
all down his shaft
his lips squeezed my chest
I can barely gasp
put his finger in my mouth
slowly sucked it out
vibrated with his skin when
he placed his hand on my
hips
both closed are eyes feeling
the world between our lips
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