God I miss her. Her long dark hair. Her lily skin. Her full lips. Her scent. The way she felt in my hands. Like porcelain. The way it felt to be inside of her. She was like silk. I hate myself.
God I miss her. Her long dark hair. Her lily skin. Her full lips. Her scent. The way she felt in my hands. Like porcelain. The way it felt to be inside of her. She was like silk. I hate myself.