osaka.
the love hotel will always be something.
whatever costume you want me in, order it in,
ill barely move. I’ll dip my fingers in bath water
lazily feeling fucked and not that horny.
when you go to the plastic bag of beers
for the sixth time, you’ll say something about my
breasts and how they do not fill up that dress
you like and you’ll be talking and you’ll be talking
and you’ll be talking or something.
