All I want to do is paint, but I don’t have any paint, all I have are these black sharpies, and I’m so tired of seeing black on white.
We could sit in your room when your parents weren’t home, and you could walk around in my shirt, it’d be like a robe to you, and your fav pair a undies underneath. Barefoot. Your pets could chill with us. But we’d only kiss when they weren’t looking, because I feel bad when they are. And if they caught us I’d pet their lil heads, “it’s something grown ups do” I’d tell them. Because I see pets as babies. But you’d be my baby, and we’d wrap our tongues around each other, and it’d make our stomachs feel nice, our faces feel warm. You would say certain words in certain ways, different than me, and eventually I’d start to say them the way you do. And there’d be things, like my arms around your waste, my stuff against your butt, tickles in your armpits with my mouth, things that made you happy. And sometimes you’d curl up against me, and push your head under my head, and youd be my dirty baby, a bit sweaty, your pretty hair a bit greasy, your soft face a bit sticky, and I would love it, and I would hold you. You can dance, I can watch, you can sing and I can listen, and say it’s lovely, and say “do it again baby”. And you know I’d wanna fuck, and I’d wanna taste. Baby I’d wanna do some sick stuff. Anything you wanted, til you were as happy as could be. And afterwards I would kiss it where I had spanked it, lick it where it was sore. Watch you smile and laugh and giggle and snort. Like all those girls in my dreams, the ones that are never real in the morning. But you’ll be real. I hope.
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Can’t wait to have a really cool girlfriend who wears bracelets on her ankles and toe rings and paints her toes black. We’ll like visit every sex shop in town and buy everything and go home and get really high and try it all out and then then we’ll order chinese. So rad.