February 2012
2 posts
easing back in
A Convincing Argument
I slip in bed, you’re barely awake, I utter a single word: f—-.
It’s more than a want, it’s evolved into a need, I really want to f—-.
This morning, I wish we had more time and luck
All you did was lick my twat when I suggested we f—-.
Don’t you remember your first blush of adolescence? It sucked
When everyone fumbled...