Modern Day Juliet/Luv Sic Chronicles

This is a fcking long piece, so I don't mind if you like can't read it all haha.
Actually gonna break it down to three parts.


I think this one is better, but who knows.
Workin' on it for some time.





Part 1.

I remember once upon a time, I loved you Juliet.
Being stuck under the rain was the only time I saw you wet.
Your body shaped to perfection indeed it racks my brain.
But to all the others your ass supposedely drives them insane.
When I call you a tease, it's only because it's so hard to try and get you to hang out.
They call you a tease because they can't wait to see how low you go with your mouth.
When I say I want head, I'm talking about your thoughts on our relation.
And to them head is their wishes for an oral fixation.
When I ask about positions. I'm wondering where your job tends to move ya.
When they think about positions they're thinking of Kama Sutra.
When I tell you to spread, it's your words that need to be said.
When they hear spread, they're thinking of your legs.
When I ask about your sheets, I'm wondering about the books you like and those you read.
When they hear sheets they want to know where you are and when they can get in your bed.
When I say 69, it reminds us of the texts we sent to each other in one hour total.
To them that number is an eager approach of trying to flip you over.
When I say I want a Portugese Breakfast, I want to be with you in Brazil eating eggs and bacon bits.
They hear a breakfast like that, then they get to thinking of you and kinky sex skits.



Part 2. Tomorrah.