Krissy.V

Cry

My tears wetter then the space

Between my thighs

 

Thighs? Thigh high?

Thigh high like the

 

Socks I wear to feel

Nice.

 

Nice like the grown men staring

At my thighs

 

Oh to feel high to not care

And only feel air

 

 

A pleasurable moment I say

As hyper sexuality tears

 

 

I always end the day with the same wetness between my thighs.

 

With tears rolling down from my eyes.