I might as well be locked up til the end.įor I must be acting like such a selfish child.Īnd with this I will run, like the wind, I’m calling him. It’s too late to change the damage that has been done all this time, The truth be told, this boy here must really not like my body at all. There’s no desire to eat me he won't pick a fight, he will not please me,Īs he turns, he smiles and says that I’m too ugly for anybody.īut pardon me, is this still all really such a good idea? My tummy muscles stretch apart as I feel him touching the depths inside me. I feel the flowing sensation, amniotic fluids run down his throat, He took my hand and then he held it tight.įor I must be acting like badly behaved child.Īs I’m falling deep in love with someone that is not my Dad. I could feel his pity for my fragile, weakened young body, That boy right there such a stranger, I never really talked to him before. Please pardon me, but I cannot help but feel that it’s a bad idea. It feels just so intense, I’m sure I’m fall to the feet of Daddy. Cut it up, stuff it full and be sure to bake it, I'll let you drink from my urinary system. Just slurp your way through the yellow clumps, the fat will travel in the straw,ĭig it in, the straw is your weapon. I don’t mind, as long as Daddy can enjoy my sweetness. I can not tell, if I would taste of anything that is in this whole world, Your lips and tongue roll along my tummy lines. Tear open my rib cage, please do not leave a single drop of my soup.
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