I don't do drug, I am drugs
I am the Blonde in the corner, her hair always a mess, a pencil in her mouth and a drink spilled on her dress.
Eerotica's my poison; thoughts a good girl shouldn't keep; naughty, twisting fantasies that stop her from any sleep.
Clothes are made to be drenched in sweat
A girl not yet a woman; a woman not a girl; trapped in body innocence; longing to unfurl.
Kiss me without asking, shape me like your doll, break me without asking, and never leave me whole