This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Story of nobody, really.

She danced on nylon floors that smelled of silver and her hands were longer than your dreams. She sucked your steely gay cock on wet bathroom floors and you dropped a tag over it- STRAIGHT. She enjoyed the label orgy. Long discs of incestuous names but as long as he came as STRAIGHT, her mouth opened like a tunnel. She roared through the room with a current and looked for cigarettes, anklets and amulets to cover herself. She knew she had a fever. Some sick kind of a disease.

Infections caused by her own grit.

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