Perfect Pussy
Dig
Soft skin and dead hairAnd these tired eyesAnd I want to fuck to myselfAnd I want to eat my selfBroad back and bad tits, yes I know my kindRaw mouth, worn out, I've never felt so aliveYou've realized that I'll let you hurt meAnd now you want to do it all of the timeNo bruise is permanent, neither am IBut you're welcome to try and tryIn the most ecstatic of sensesI have embraced my sufferingTwenty six years of false pretensesAgain, pretending to care about menI am loved insofar as I cherish this painYou should shut your mouthBecause language means nothingWhen every set of fingers leaves a different dig on my hipsToo big, on my back, it's too bigWhen I get you alone I'll point out all of my problemsThen I'll lay still while you try and resolve themAnd you can read the story of my last six weeksIn little black bruises and marks from boy's teethAnd that shit hurts- but if I'm anything less than perfectionWell shitNobody told me
From Letras Mania