Thursday, 12 June 2014

Paper and pen meet again.

Your easy smile, your simple grace
Your rapid fire wit
Your sweet caress, your one-shot gaze
You glorious little shit

You see I can't feel this way
It simply makes no sense
Do you feel no utter shame
In taking off my pants?

It's too late now in any case
Just got to follow through
Chest to chest and face-to-face
My body screams fuck you

...

This sounds like Ode to a Date Rapist. Wtf

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