between you and me, i sometimes do quickies when we're talking dirty on the phone and you leave temporarily to get juice or ask your mother for lunch money the sound of your breathy moans drive me crazzzzyyyyyy

sometimes when i dream about you i wake up to find that my entire fist is hidden inside of my birth canal

i want to cover your snakebites in my vaginal juices

your balmy ethereal pale cheeks rival that of a thousand rays of moonlight

we r in a very macabre surgeon's lab; i am lying, nude, on my back on a cold metal operation table as you cut me open and feel around my intestines and reproductive organs lovingly nurturingly sweetly with erotix lust, your bloodied hands rub up and down the crevasse of my thighs and your tongue swirls around the open flesh of my torso, rubbing your cheek on my heart

your pale sultry eyes delve into my skin and stare into my organs as your large and dainty hands hover over my bare-skinned chest in our royal purple four-poster bed

i luv u baby