17 February, 2005 at 2:25 p.m.
{confessions}
You taste like wine
And your lips are soft as a baby's
With your tongue in my mouth
We're telling the rest of the world to fuck off
And your scent lingers on
The expensive, crisp scent
That completely intoxicates me
Except that it brings me crashing to reality
Because sex in the backseats of cars
Is so cheap
Smoking in bed
Sharing a cigarette
Its all so cheap
Quiet moans
I'm so fucking needy
It scares me when people see right through me



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