Breath pounding
Heart panting
And blood dripping
Her eyes glow bright
In the dim moonlight
Against the dingy walls
Hardly illuminates her face at all
Torn stockings
Ripped dress
And combat boots
Was it quite as you were expecting?
The hard anxious pull
As she bites her lip
It’s not beauty anymore…
This isn’t a fucking faerietale
Is it boy?
Not the one you
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*hums to the tune of Sexypants*
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that's....
wow.....
I don't know quite exactly what to think...
I like it!
...but it's...
i dunno.
I think I'm not gonna be able to describe accurately what I think.
I like it though.
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Thanks though, even if you can't explain your thoughts.
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