batmintt
my lipstick all over your skin:
that is my favorite painting,
my most prized artwork,
my midnight masterpiece
please leave me some of your loving, some of your time. spare me just a fraction of your lips, for a quick kiss, and you can use the rest to sip from that bottle. please spare me a couple words sometimes, i don't want a whole book, i just want
you, actually
even just a little bit
"The truth is, it was a drunken night, and one of the million empty bottles pointed at me. And the truth is, all our friends our voyeuristic assholes, and you were the drunkest one. And the truth is, it was a minute long. The kiss, not the game. Sorry. That was a lie. It was more than a minute long. And we took it to the bedroom. And the truth is, I really wanted to."
And the game continues, bottle spinning on and on. The bottle was God that night.
unlock this
cherry heart
and eat it up
it's kinda salty
there's an ocean
(of things i'm ashamed of)
in there, sweetie
(i've heard
chocolate milkshakes
taste better
with a little salt in them
and i've heard
that if you can knot
a cherry
then you're a
pretty good kisser)
This is my good side, but it's not so good with the lights on.
calculated and mathematical: 'this is how to draw out her moans'
there is a fire that consumed the palace in the night and no one saw the orange and red and yellow and no one felt the heat.
everyone slept through it, the fire in the night.
only the queen felt her crown was melting from rooms away, and when she got there, the soles of her feet were raw, the meat and bone of the queen, in the fire in the night.
and she said, 'dear me,' as she saw her melting crown, as she saw a pool of gold, another shade of yellow, with a glimmer and a richness, in the fire in the night.
she tried to collect the pool of gold in her hands in the fire in the night, scooping a molten treasure up and trying to gather it in her nightgown. soon the gold had frozen in the crevices of her fingerprints and then she used her mouth to save the crown, this molten crown. the queen, with the crown swimming in her stomach, in the fire in the night.
long live the queen, another shade of yellow in the fire in the night. long live the queen, who was the fire in the palace in the night.
She was tall, she stood with her back straight, and she wore the same shoes everyday.
Sadly she also wore the same shoes, those ratty leather things with ribbons like a schoolgirl, at night, so she never had any secrets from me. The head of academe, also giving head in fishnet stockings.
She looks at the cabinet, and it stares back at her.
I swallowed all your clothes, it says.
That's fine, she replies. Nude is the new cashmere.
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