See This Broken Toy You told me you liked me. You brushed my hair every night and then you put me to bed next to you. You stared at
Hot Fridays I know she doesn’t want me on a Monday, or a Wednesday, or a Sunday. She doesn’t think about me on her lunchtimes, I don’t flash in
Machine Curves everywhere. A desirable profile in the shape of an ‘S’. Added body hair, but only in the right places. On top of the head unit. Around and
Choked up When I said I was into choking, I didn’t mean it this way. I was imagining a hand on my neck, your face inches away from mine.