She's a car crash waiting to happen.
All alcohol and sex.
I want trace her body with my fingertips.
Her pretty make-up is always
smeared on like a happy clown.
What a smile!
Soon it'll be on a million bits
of glass, stretching the next mile.
Her panties, soaked,
lay in the floorboard between her legs.
She's been fucked, she got lucky.
It was her friend's old man,
No jealousy, sharing is caring.
They'll scrape her off the concrete tomorrow.
All blonde hair, legs, and cunt.
She coulda been my baby.
My baby strapped in at midnight alive,
drunk enough to fuck,
too drunk to drive. |
Submission Name: It tastes like Gin
