she’s got hard nipples,
I can see ‘em by the glow of that LED screen,
back arched, mouth agape,
still a hundred more characters to go–
“tell me somethin’ I don’t know.“
“what, like my follower count?”
fingers clinched ’round waist,
drivin’, drivin’, drivin’ home
she’s got hard nipples,
but you know that, don’t you.
all the world–all the world’s a stage,
and that means no breaks, don’t it?
Truman ain’t got shit on Twitter.
Prompt from Renarrate: the loss of intimacy in always-connected society.
Not sure about this one, but it certainly got the juices flowing. Thanks for that. I’m still open for more prompts.
