Drunk and Silent

We were weaving webs all this time and then the band aids came. The blue balls and cock. Trying not to think thirteen inches but it was the closest number I could think of that would fit.
I don't want that is hard to take when you know you can stand it a little when it had no hair I always questioned gospel except spoken word showoffs and the second real hasid I had ever found. Princes and priests now this brixton and how could she not know when my mouth was in the same place as his I have rules for these things.
We talk and talk but warmth does not come until there is friction I have to hold on to something and he thinks I've pissed but it gets harder that way.