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Lipstick
I had an emergency case of horny,
so I ran into the bathroom
and smashed the
‘in case of oh fuck’ box
right the hell open...
and I came with two fingers,
bracing myself against the sink,
head leaned against the mirror,
and the fantasy was someone-anyone-everyone
(not you)
fucking me from
behind
so that I didn’t have to goddamn see your face
It was quick and dirty,
and when it was done I looked amazing,
the way all women do after they get off hard and fast,
all bright eyed and flushed cheeked
and I ran the tip of my finger over my lips,
applying myself like
lipstick
I sat on the edge of the tub,
thighs still shaking slightly,
tongue teasing my bottom lip
wondering if there would ever,
ever be someone-anyone-everyone
really interested
in having his (or her)
lips stained by
my
brand of sin.
As I squeezed my
thighs together,
I knew I was going to
have to hit a quick
round two, and just hope,
someone-anyone-everyone
(not you)
would
walk by, grab me, and
straight out of a Bogie movie,
kiss the fuck out of me,
just to find out how
damn amazing
I really taste.
Dream of my lips, love.
They still taste
of plastic from
the way you
covered them.
so I ran into the bathroom
and smashed the
‘in case of oh fuck’ box
right the hell open...
and I came with two fingers,
bracing myself against the sink,
head leaned against the mirror,
and the fantasy was someone-anyone-everyone
(not you)
fucking me from
behind
so that I didn’t have to goddamn see your face
It was quick and dirty,
and when it was done I looked amazing,
the way all women do after they get off hard and fast,
all bright eyed and flushed cheeked
and I ran the tip of my finger over my lips,
applying myself like
lipstick
I sat on the edge of the tub,
thighs still shaking slightly,
tongue teasing my bottom lip
wondering if there would ever,
ever be someone-anyone-everyone
really interested
in having his (or her)
lips stained by
my
brand of sin.
As I squeezed my
thighs together,
I knew I was going to
have to hit a quick
round two, and just hope,
someone-anyone-everyone
(not you)
would
walk by, grab me, and
straight out of a Bogie movie,
kiss the fuck out of me,
just to find out how
damn amazing
I really taste.
Dream of my lips, love.
They still taste
of plastic from
the way you
covered them.
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