The bruise you left upon my skin is fading,
The imprint of your lips barely noticeable.
I waited for days for your touch to disappear,
Uncertain of the role i played in your chess game.
you stuck your tongue so far down my throat
I knew you were trying to see what my pussy tasted like
but couldn't bear to pull away
from the exploration of my other set of lips.
your arms needed someone to hold
You ached to be needed and baby,
I too know what it's like to be lonely.
If i could fill up my empty soul with promises that
Things will get better,
i wouldn't have to resort to making a man out
of pillows at night.
The bruise you left upon my skin is fading,
The imprint of your lips barely noticeable.
I waited for days for your touch to disappear,
Uncertain of the role i played in your chess game.
you stuck your tongue so far down my throat
I knew you were trying to see what my pussy tasted like
but couldn't bear to pull away
from the exploration of my other set of lips.
your arms needed someone to hold
You ached to be needed and baby,
I too know what it's like to be lonely.
If i could fill up my empty soul with promises that
Things will get better,
i wouldn't have to resort to making a man out
of pillows at night.
It's been awhile since I've been on DA. I've missed it a lot more than I realized. Lets keep this goin. :)
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I'm the sock that is always left alone
Knowing about the party going on in the dryer
but i wasn't invited.
Maybe the invitation was lost in the mail along with the letters of my name that always get mispronounced.
It looks more exotic than it really is...
the story of my life.