We have to talk about these things, mi amor.
Miamor, Maria, Hermina.
Skotoseme, kill me, I always used to whisper in your ear when you would scream COHE ME, COHE ME!
I mean it. You are the one I allow, you are the one I want to kill me.
Kill me.
Do it, mi amor.
If I have to take you up you ass, I'll do it.
But we have to discuss it first, I feel.
And yet, you never want to talk about relationshiT matters.
Because, I want you to kill me out of love and mercy and empathy.
Not out of rage and anger.
I want it SUAVE, MI AMOR.
Deliberately, gently, consciously, lovingly.
Do me. You do me.
Do me. You did me.
Post je objavljen 21.01.2008. u 18:57 sati.