Vibrations, tounge and cheek,
what words are worth to even speak anymore?
In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress.
I hope when I fall asleep the pillow eats my teeth.
Warm color schemes, mostly red
like a flower without it’s nectar.
I have the worst posture ever and I burp continuously. Wife me up.
sext: sorry just got this text haha. do u still have a boner?
and I think I love you,
but you’ll never find out.