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.
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
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