I sit at my party of one
Basking in the glow of my self loathing
Seeking comfort
You are there
Waiting in our secret place
The high place
You invite a friend to come with you
I go pick you up for our private party
We enter my room and I can’t wait to get to you
Your insides call me to lick you out
You are my Peanut butter wafer and cold glass of milk
My comfort in a wafer.
Friday, May 28, 2010
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Strange....very strange...I prefer my comfort in chocolate!
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