With his tongue pressed against her neck, he asked her what she wanted.
She answered truthfully.
"Everything."
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
wicked games.
With his tongue pressed against her neck, he asked her what she wanted.
She answered truthfully.
"Everything."
