Green tie die skirt.
Only that skirt on, nothing else.
Him, his soft lips,but rough tongue.
My smooth lips, small.
His shaggy red hair.
So messed up it's hot.
Running my long fingers through it, pulling it.
I feel so small.
But so good.
God, he knows what he's doing.
What am I doing?
What am I doing with him?
Why am I doing this, why with him?
Why?
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