Billie Holiday (NSFW)


​I’m sitting here covered in dance sweat.

I danced so hard my stomach cramping. 

Maybe I should dance in the mirror. 

Maybe I should push myself to climax 

before my reflection.

I should look into my own eyes and

think of you when I arrive, My Love. 

I should like to whimper your name. 

The whole thing. 

Maybe then in your dreams I could fuck 

the dickhead out of you. 


I could take a shower and oil my skin up

put on pink laced panties and dance 

until I glisten. 

Take my panties off; kiss the crotch with

red lipstick; and mail them to you. 

I shall enclose a card that says nothing; 

just three periods and my signature. 


Why? 


Because in three moons time…

Your love grew dull but sharpened mine..

Like you don't remember...

My flesh and sex is thine...

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