Friday, 23 October 2015

You Don't Want Anyone (Viscid Paradise)

When I first found you I had no inkling that something was missing. All my life, up various walls I'd been meaninglessly pissing, and then you smiled and I was wishing that I was the one that you were kissing. I had no misgivings that I was risking what little I had to get my dick a licking, but I pushed past the fear and listened fast to your heels clicking. Each step you take is like a clock ticking, the palms of my hands like needles pricking, as I follow you and think of sticking.

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