Disorderly and wanton
My thoughts, my…thighs
I’m eager to escape
Holding dear the hidden images
Of the truth that lies beneath
And your smoothing thumb
Ensuring not a wrinkle in sight
I’ll do it for me, or is it for you?
The janitor for my trash speckled life
Picking me up, cleaning my dirtiness
You spread me open
And swirl your tongue
Wiping everything away
Cleanliness is next to godliness
And where there’s will, there is a way
The ink on my side
Promises one hell of a ride
And soon we’re both visiting our place
So…
Am I doing it for me?
Or is it for you?
I adore you Beast❤️
I love you ❤❤❤
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