People go to play parties and hit strangers with implements…
I would rather go to a play party, find some beautiful boy with a stunning, full lipped, ‘hurt me’ mouth and a shy demeanour, shove him into a corner and just make out like he is the last drink of water in the desert. To build it up excruciatingly slowly so he doesn’t see the violence coming, to make his lips bleed and his eyes run with the ferocity of it and then tenderly make it better with impossible softness and innocent bobbi-sox kisses behind the bleachers before I open … Continue Reading “Kissing play parties”
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