She chews on her lips to attract boys.
Her pointed, alligator like K-9
digs into her fair skin. Her dirt
brown hair shades every other part
of her face other than the raspberry
glossed mouth being bitten. It’s almost
as if she’s trying to give herself a
lip piercing with her tooth, but that’s
not it. It’s her newest technique. Smooth
talking and batted eyelashes never
got her anywhere. When she’s asleep, or
eating and her mouth’s closed, the
dots of green and blue bruises radiate
for all to see. A turn-on of a sort. Cameras
are flashing, illuminating her wonderful
lips as she walks towards my own
shaking body. And that lone white tooth
effortlessly matches the silky, white gown
she’s nearly tripping over down that
long, narrow, almost never ending, aisle.
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