Statuette
Statuette I came back, to her Agitating, her to melt Though she smiled Through fluffy cheeks And curled hairs I loved her All dainty, all stone She always sees me With that adoration Never rejects When I kiss her She’s there; with me From dawn, to dusk She listens She stays She’s saturated In every fucking way But people never understand They say I’m Psycho, okay I’m Obsessed, okay And they say That she’s no good She never speaks She never smiles She never moves her fucking lips Cause she’s a statuette And she never helps When the blood runs And never moans When my cum runs They say, she’s bad But I love her. 19:26 11 August 2016 Thursday ©SmitFairytale