the things i whisper into the pillow during our lazy hours is just for you to hear baby.
two paradoxical bodies. one pale and delicate, the other strong and tan.
they look so good together. don't they?
whisper wrong words that sound right into my ear. tell me you want me.
- c. valentine
"hah. you've made this sound like you're super horny "
"it's your fault"
"my fault you're horny all the time? "
"Yes. your appeal has made me stoop down to the level of everyday horndogs we find in crowded campuses."
he laughs at my words and continues to fiddle with out entwined fingers.
i hope our kind of summer lasts forever.
"i'll want you no matter what you horndog "
x
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Translucère
Contotranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
