**Warning: some naughty language ahead!
I am covered in sand
But I do not want to wash your scent off my skin…
After we fuck under palm trees and a star-crossed sky
My weak resolve stands no chance
Against his strong kisses atop my carotid artery
Any second it feels like he’ll break the skin
Let me bleed out
In his arms
Or is it orgasm?
Right now I cannot say
But do I even need to?
The Little Death
Say the French
I believe they are right
Tonight I died six times atop the cock of a foreign man.