
You are what forever means, doing forever things like dipping your red toes in the water, like walking up and down in front of a line of guys just waiting to take a taste of each of their forgotten souls.
Your fetish is everything and made of skin. You walk with style, always wearing a smile. Bring them on you say as if going to war on uncertain shores. You could never just pick a place and stay. How do you choose just one out of so many? You go for the best-looking one and check out his cock. Decide it’s worth devouring.
What is it that you tell us? Behave? Nope. The statement you’re trying to make is that life is a game of monkey see monkey do, and it comes at you from both sides and underneath too, all at the speed of blonde. And sometimes life fucks your mouth shut but you don’t spill a drop.
Your reflection in the mirror is a rose. You mount him, reverse cowgirl, and every word out of your mouth is a curse.
Another time another dude fills your mouth and gives you a playful slap or maybe a light choke.

