Glory

Seduction. SalvationSmell of her hair.Seduction. Salvation
Soft skin.
Shallow breath. Silk sheets. Sweet nothings.
Slipping fingers beneath her clothes. Supple curve of a youthful thigh. Silk of her lips crushed to mine.
Sober ramblings, drunken confessions. Saccharine smiles and bitter whiskey.
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i need a forty-five
between the eyes
and a pretty boy on the trigger...
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xo
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Its a bit hard to love me when youre dead.
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