Sex, drugs rock& roll. Ain't nothing finer than a female pipeliner. ;) Alberta born& raised, 19.
When I was five my dad ruined
the secret of the tooth fairy when
he stubbed his toe and cursed
loudly (waking me up) when he
came to hide money under my
pillow. From then on, every time
I lost a tooth, we made a show of
make believe as if neither of us
knew the truth. You are the tooth
fairy. Or maybe we both are. What
I’m trying to say is that I know
what this is. What I’m trying to say
is I want to keep make believing
and you don’t have to feel guilty.
I still have baby teeth and you still
have warm hands and I promise to
keep my eyes closed even when
I wake up.