Maybe one day, I'll say, "it's time to
stop fucking, let's make love."
I'll grow tired of the taste of boot
in my mouth, my tongue turning black.
We'll buy a horse and some diamonds
together, like Pretty Woman,
only no one ever paid me to be a whore,
I felt a snap in my mind and it came.
One day, I'll put a hand on your back
and you won't thrust harder, you won't
bite my lip when I put my mouth to yours.
I'll tell you I love you and you'll know that
it's true, because you've got the best of
my insides. You have the best of everything.

11/24/2004

Author's Note: Life without rough sex. Julia Roberts wants the fairytale. I want someone to make me bleed.

Posted on 11/25/2004
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