ON A CHAIN 'ROUND MY NECK, CHAIN 'ROUND MY NECK
NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME
BUT 'CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME
WHICH IS MORE THAN THEY CAN SAY, I
I RECALL LATE NOVEMBER
HOLDIN' MY BREATH, SLOWLY I SAID
"YOU DON’T NEED TO SAVE ME
BOU WOULD YOU RUN AWAY WITH ME?"
ON A CHAIN 'ROUND MY NECK, CHAIN 'ROUND MY NECK
NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME
BUT 'CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME
WHICH IS MORE THAN THEY CAN SAY, I
I RECALL LATE NOVEMBER
HOLDIN' MY BREATH, SLOWLY I SAID
"YOU DON’T NEED TO SAVE ME
BOU WOULD YOU RUN AWAY WITH ME?"
“Not Jesus; just Joey.”
“Not Jesus; just Joey.”
Shivering, I let my head fall back against the wall, and opened my legs.
“Wider.”
“Joe I —"
“Wider.”
Reckless, I hitched one leg up, and, resting my heel on the wall at my back, I completely bared myself to him.
“Good girl.”
Shivering, I let my head fall back against the wall, and opened my legs.
“Wider.”
“Joe I —"
“Wider.”
Reckless, I hitched one leg up, and, resting my heel on the wall at my back, I completely bared myself to him.
“Good girl.”
“Why?” Molloy said sweetly, as she took her drink from the barman, and sauntered off in the direction of our table. “Is your nose bigger than your dick?”
GOSTOSA
“Why?” Molloy said sweetly, as she took her drink from the barman, and sauntered off in the direction of our table. “Is your nose bigger than your dick?”
GOSTOSA
AND THE SHELF LIFE OF THOSE FANTASIES HAS EXPIRED
LOST TO THE LOST BOYS CHAPTER OF YOUR LIFE
FORGIVE ME, PETER, PLEASE KNOW THAT I TRIED
TO HOLD ON TO THE DAYS WHEN YOU WERE MINE
BUT THE WOMAN WHO SITS BY THE WINDOW HAS TURNED OUT THE LIGHT
AND THE SHELF LIFE OF THOSE FANTASIES HAS EXPIRED
LOST TO THE LOST BOYS CHAPTER OF YOUR LIFE
FORGIVE ME, PETER, PLEASE KNOW THAT I TRIED
TO HOLD ON TO THE DAYS WHEN YOU WERE MINE
BUT THE WOMAN WHO SITS BY THE WINDOW HAS TURNED OUT THE LIGHT
Her lips grazed mine as she spoke.
"Don't worry, Peter Pan, I'll be your Wendy."
I kissed her.
Her lips grazed mine as she spoke.
"Don't worry, Peter Pan, I'll be your Wendy."
I kissed her.
He smiled up at me. "My Joseph. My brave, brave boy. Terrible burdens. A cursed cross to carry. But always rising from the ashes. Always getting back up. Always the protector.”
UM T1R0 DOERIA MENOS
He smiled up at me. "My Joseph. My brave, brave boy. Terrible burdens. A cursed cross to carry. But always rising from the ashes. Always getting back up. Always the protector.”
UM T1R0 DOERIA MENOS
e como q isso afeta brenna jensen e jake connelly??
e como q isso afeta brenna jensen e jake connelly??
(boys of tommen #3) by chloe walsh
(boys of tommen #3) by chloe walsh