One out at a time, don’t rush.
Your prompt is PLUCKED
Cold, pale pimpled flesh
Plucked, hair by hair, with tweezers
The hours we spend
How do you feel, naked?
One out at a time, don’t rush.
Your prompt is PLUCKED
Cold, pale pimpled flesh
Plucked, hair by hair, with tweezers
The hours we spend
How do you feel, naked?
No posts
Popped out one by one;
Such pretty little eyeballs
Only come from kids!
I never get plucked
I sit bored, lonely, alone
Just my rotten luck