March 6th, 2009

A feeling, not unlike vomiting fills your stomach.
You walk up and kiss and fear spewing words
Like they were the contents.
This is the last time so make it your best.

High heals click against stone
hearts and pound at
your door to ask for some
more but maybe it's
wrong and maybe you should
say no but she's ready and willing
and you're in need of filling temporary
satisfaction all you need's a distraction

forget it, come inside.