Fantasizing about girls

Fuck me.  Like you want to hurt me. Like you want to lose yourself in me. Like you see yourself in me. Like you’re fucking yourself with your fist inside yourself in me. Like you want to marry me. Like you want to make babies with me. Like you can’t remember the last time it was so good. Like you want me to fuck you back even better making you scream so loud my neighbors wish they didn’t live above some pervy ass homo. Fuck me sweetly sometimes, interlacing my hands with yours while you stare into my eyes kissing me softly. Fuck me all the time. Make me late for work, behind in homework, forget about my responsibilities. Fuck me like the borders within us come crashing down as our bodies press together. Fuck me the way your life hurts. The way your identities hurt as they scrape up against each other and bleed. On me. Cut me. The way I used to cut myself when I tried to rip myself apart. With your nails dragging down my back, my arms, my legs. Fuck me while you cut me with your nails that catch on my scars, the barbed wire scratching you back. Fuck me dirty and soft all at once. Like you. With your fuck me heels.