Light, melodic laughter erupts from the for air heaving girls as they empty their lungs from it, only to inhale as much as possible again, for it to repeat. White and brown splash against each other creating a wonderful scenery as their tongues weave jokes and their mouths spit honey. Pearly white theet are bared and glisten in the burning ball of gas, which is married to the moon. A happy marriage. Big smiles that are carved into their faces stretch as much as possible, almost ripping their soft cheeks.
Like two Aphrodites they enchant every being and even win every war of hearts. lovely voices sing little lullabies of promises to never be fulfilled and to only disappoint.
Their tongues wrap around they boys throats and choke them with their words. A bite into their hearts and a tug and they are theirs to defile and play around, to love, to destroy and to cherish.
They are the Queens and nobody can stop them. Two expensive goddesses like an expensive car a man wants. Only much better and more addictive.
-[alternatively named- they won't change]
YOU ARE READING
"DREAMING"
PuisiOH HOW THEY GREEDILY DROWN IN THEIR DREAMS. (Ayyy it sucks real hard) [15.01.2017]
