What’s the tallest buildings in your city?
THE LIBRARY BECAUSE IT HAS THE MOST STORIES
I can’t believe I’m being punder arrest.
i fucking looked up eggs with legs and i’m
why are they in a cage?
otherwise they’ll eggscape
My parents are both pastors and once I was fucking this one dude who’s dad was the pastor of the rival church and he whispered ‘talk biblical to me’ so i started reciting Psalms 23 and we ended up getting into a competition of who could recite the most bible versus before they cummed
you need less jesus
Don’t ask me about her lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want her to make music of me.
Don’t ask me about her hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide down her legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry.
Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when she looks at me. The way my palms itch for her bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way she comes to me.
How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.”