Mila P

I sit back, cigarette in hand, exhaling slow curls of smoke as I look right at you. You’re not here because you’re special, you’re here

You’re such a pathetic loser. Everyone can tell you’ve been a virgin your entire life, and that’s never going to change. The only kind of

You came here expecting to stare at my perfect feet, stroke to every little detail, and worship them like you always do… but too bad. All

You’re locked up tight where you belong, and that little cage isn’t coming off anytime soon. Pathetic and desperate, you’re left gooning