laments-and-burlesque:

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Under your skin with my blood-thirsty neurosis

Begging me to hollow you out

“Slow and cruel,” you said

With your mouth gleaming wet and the word ‘sir’ on your whore-lips

Saying yes to my darkest of whims

Twisting me in circles, my soul is a rioting expectation

Darker, darker… and darker still

The first time he went down on me was in a hot tub. We were horny teens out of town for a, of all things, religious convention! Other kids were in the hot tub. Unaware that each time he went under the water and rose again on the other side of the tub that in between his tongue was exploring between my legs. I was oh so grateful for his huge lung capacity. And that tongue.