The-Coquette

An actual conversation that happened today
  • Me: so what's the oldest you'd date?
  • Friend: ummm 19 I think
  • Other friends: what omg that's like 3 whole years older than you
  • Friend : i know but if I really loved someone age wouldn't matter
  • To me 19 is abit old but love is love right
  • Other friends: true but 3 years is abit too old. Like that's too old
  • Me : sweating nervously

I only feel like myself when I’m dancing around a penthouse apartment in a fur coat, drinking champagne from the bottle. He’s watching me, laughing, with his wallet out and his dick hard.

I’m painted like a sad sixties movie star. At 2am I lie in bed with my head on his chest. It’s black & white, but I know my tongue shines like rubies, wet & glossy. Is he watching me sleeping? I’m getting warmer but I don’t want him to see me soften just yet. 

When I try to go he stops me with his hands around my throat. If I say no then I’m a ghost & I’ve never been the kind of girl who fades out like a star. I’m neon signs & prison bars. Give love and then I take it. I’ve been taken from the most.

Sometimes I think I’m so pure that my blood runs clear like holy water & everyone who looks into my eyes will know that I don’t fall in love. I fall from heaven. He thinks I’m here to save him….

Face of an angel & the body of a porn star. The men play cards and split cash like God is watching but he keeps his eyes shut tight, like I do at night when they touch me like a rose, only petals, no thorns…

but where they see a halo, i see horns.