I do not like the feeling you give me
I do not like the feeling of burning lungs inside me and black tongues against my skin as the barbed ticks on them make me bleed and the sensation comes far from pleasurable.
I do not like how everytime I think about you it's like bullets through my skull and everytime your name comes from my cracked, chapped lips it's like the smoke you breathed into me I hate your life as you make my lungs black it's like when I sucked your dick as it consumed and choked me and made me die a little inside every time you came like I was suffocating on that old cigarette that was always between your yellow teeth and your always reaking moist lips.
I do not like the feeling of your gross sweaty palms against my breasts as you breathed into my face calling me beautiful with that cigarette breath and crooked enemy teeth.
You disgust me.
I do not like smell on my clothes after the day is done as it stains my body in every way like a strong cologne that's what you walk around with and I know it just makes me sick but it's like an addiction that I can't just escape.
I do not like the way we make love because you puff that death smell into my face and when I cough you think it's a game when I'm choking on my own thoughts and memories that your burying deep in my thickening black lungs as I scream and cum.
You are the man that lives in the ash tray of the burning down house.
Your yellow teeth and rotting lungs are all i have left. So take your broken fingers and light your last cigarette, because it'll be fun. While we blast nicorette.
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