Joy M.

Dirty flower   Arrange our sin.   Careful with preloved hardware. Slanted cuts, along the variable stems. The fucking sap? Me. Love... will never matter over fucking want. Tonight I'm saddled with dirt beneath nails. You are my dirty flower. Digging my bed. Joy4no1

Halcyon   There are secrets we keep. Howl it, growl fortuitous teachings. Placate. Dominate. Lick wounds grievously implied. Swallow your sins. Forget! Never again! Such calm... Now. Now! Such balm...  Joy4no1  

There are pieces of you written all over me. Aren't you special? Citations on blast! Does my ass not jiggle when you violate it? My bra knows when my tits heal from tearing bits, scabs healing justly. All for you. Knives are sharp too. Don't blink. We need to have to think. One of your nuts or two. Thanks for everything, darling. Joy4no1

  Impetuous Jaw gritted gnashing in a bloated breath, he asks what my fucking problem is. Eyes diverted, I'm reminded both our panties don't need to be bunched. Although, he wears them the most. Joy4no1 

Hey guys, I've been spending a lot of time trying to finish my book, Bringing The Fight, but good news everyone! The Kills That Bind Us is now on several reading apps!!! Scribd Playster Tolino and Kobo Still waiting on others but it's interesting! Hope everyone is having a fuktastic summer. It's so hot here I can barely breath sometimes! Thanks for sticking round! Joy M.

Slapping, klutzy feet. Run faster lethargy. Better squash these murmurs. Forrest dark and docile. Screams  slur from parched folds. Caught by the tattler. He promised forever. Didn't suppose he meant in  a hole. Topsy-turvy starring at this bloated moon crimson leaks from flesh stretched into easel. What day is it? Friday  The 13th. Joy4no1