I remember telling her you won't believe what the appropriate kind of dick can do to a woman_ she was so inculpable at the time, she couldn't even unpin the back of her bra in front of me, turn your face the other way she'd say and I laughed_ she was the kind of skittish that gets you understand how perverse she can turn, how capable she is of the greatest inhumanity, the cruelest sort of affection, the one that's not yet ripe_
I can't feel my face at all
My teeth, my gums are going numb
Long dark ponytails descended on my back, what do you want me to do, start running around naked across the room for you to chase, Nah I won't run _ but I will push you further down and when I bend over your naked legs you'll find out more about yourself than you are bargaining for_ care me to take you for a spin?
Who are you now? you like to look at yourself in the mirror? what mirrors cannot do is capture the soul... unlike cameras... mirrors are simply objects, behind the lens there are eyes, the thing is just a medium, are you dirty enough ? if you are you'll see a lot of soul... yes we can baptize it as pudency, let's justify the means;