looking up at perfection

You're going to be my savior or my Demise. I need a Carl Solomon and you just happen to fit the bill. I'm speckled out and thrown away. Neon Supermarkets of the goddamn world. Leave me now. Or come back. Let me drink in the beauty of your filth. I'll saturate you with cum and hope and you'll rip my fucking soul apart.

And we'll save ourselves from fear and lies and judgment. Or we'll die slowly. Painful and high.

But I need you you plead and I'm down with that. Because I'm on my knees with your clit beneath my tongue. Looking up at perfection.