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Worst One

by Johnny Crimson

How could I just plainy state that I want
your face?
I imagine it would go over with a few giggles
back and forth, and her eyes would roll back, and
the odd air in the room would go from odd to queer.
I can never bluntly say to you how I feel.
I can never bluntly say to you how I feel.


so alone in my closet, i'll film your every movement whilst crying
into my hands as the sweaty camera shakes, and you slip your thumb across
your tongue as you glide your hand down to slip off your slip but just before
the act can occur, your slip slips off and your attention is drawn to the closet.

I never wanted you to find out this way.

08/20/2009

Posted on 08/20/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

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