peeling

i’m used to

liking

an anomaly

(such tiny, tiny scars they leave)

yet somehow my opponents for his affection

are all so fucking dainty

and full of praise

(like not even one of them knows what’s really going on in there)

she can’t drink she can’t dance she can’t fuck she can’t breathe

but if you choke

well, she’ll just get with the eroticism of the whole damned thing

or something

oh fuck it

just tell all those other girls to ditch the wax jobs

and the perfume while i

go on groping his dick under the table ok ?