Emptiness consumes.
My hands are stationary
against my hips. You wait
for me to scratch the skin
of your back, carving my initals,
leaving traces of my pink
nailpolish in the wounds.
Who's DB? you ask.
Delilah. Delilah Banks.
My hands are stationary
against my hips. You wait
for me to scratch the skin
of your back, carving my initals,
leaving traces of my pink
nailpolish in the wounds.
Who's DB? you ask.
Delilah. Delilah Banks.
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midori:
Thanks girl! I knew I could trust you with Johnny. But seriously, don't let me near Christina. Ho and I got mad beef.
tiamat:
mmmm *drool* 