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

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