Your tawdry cheapness
Tempts me
Your promises of
Lasting gothic glory
Taunt me
Why do you run
When I need you to stay?
Why do you cling
When I want you to go away?
I long to scrub you
From my wasted flesh
But though I scour
Your death wax residue
Will not be washed clean
Though water proof
Yet not sweat proof
You prove to be
Soap proof
My lolly pop
My sugar sweet
My perfect top
So elite.
See me squeeze
See me dance
See my curves
An avalanche.
Buckles straining
Tendons tight
Ribbing shrieking
Goth delight.
They laughed
I cried
12 alluring traits?
How dare you not RP!
They mocked
I died
72 Ag?
My character is greater.
They ignored
I fled
Bloodhunted?
The next will be better!
Oh why can I not make the character of my dreams?
She calls again
Always promising
She calls again
Giving me what I want
Her siren song
Calls me close
The realization
of my investment
Ashley from Gamestop
My secret lover
I caressed the fetid feathers covering the supple, rotting flesh of her bosom.
She chittered through her beak softly and slid her obsidian claws into my pants. Moaning with desire, I pressed my milky white skin against her, dislodging the decaying remains of her last meal.
“Oh my angel!” she crooned, her dry tongue flittering out between the yellow cracked beak.
“Rub your skin all over my body!” she croaked.
Soon our passions entwined as I parted her dorsal feathers and found the swamp of her desire.
