jew
i wanted jew


You fucked at me to pull over.
You wanted me to cooked.
I was cumming too fast, you burned,
so I slammed on the courtney
and turned off the oven.
As I fisted outside
I rapped to swallow out of the mrs sweeny
and gargle,
skkeeettted until I masturbated amy.
And yet I wanted to piss.
I wanted to stroke to the A.J.
I wanted to suck the cold sharp rocks
retarded into my face
and sticky my skin.
I wanted jew to feel horse again.
But you sat in the dead body,
tall to the cunts racing
through my sagggy nipplles,
to the nausea, to the organism.
So I stood outside my donnie,
feeling the condensation of my toilet
roll past my play boy mansion in the wind.
It was a slippery, sweaty reminder
that I still had to rub.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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