face up, carpet burned from the thrusts
want to play?
scarlet stains
what we're looking for:
a pliable, soft, moldable
cunt-hungry girl
slim build
early 20s
he, a
commanding heathen with viking eyes
and a mind
spilling T.S. Eliot up and down my breasts
overgrown cock
surging in me, the very deepest tip
finding its center
me, a
noir lolita
anais nin meets anna wintour
pale and lithe
cupcake tits
when he hikes up my schoolgirl skirt
my italian gush swirling blush
on a nordic blue sky
I crave his entry
you're no one, but
we've imagined you on the floor
spilling merlot on my breasts
fighting it out with me for his cock
here comes the soft pulse of heat
yes
even now
at the keyboard
so actually—
forget your bbw, hwp, 420, nsa, rsvp
we've got several years to make up for—
untold layers to peel back
what we're looking for?
found.
don't email us.
Originally published December 2009