hollywood whore

its so hard to say no when your hands are down my pants as youre asking me to fuck you.
white lines of hope and delusion, perfectly spaced out on a cracked, residue-stained mirror.
pure uncalculated nonsense.
legs. lips. inner thighs. tongues. sighs. breasts. hips. hands. cunts. lies. 
our melodrama played out between sheets of egyptian cotton.

i always have to cover your mouth.
its so hard to hear your mothers footsteps over your moans.