Sexual Innuendo.
- Name
- Lizz.
- Age
- 14
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- -
- Joined date
- June 11th, 2007
Stories
Sweet Dreams
Latest update: Chapter 1 on May 29th, 2008If Only Love Had Found Us First
Latest update: Chapter 2 on February 22nd, 2008Let Me Hold You, Touch You, Feel You.
Latest update: Chapter 1 on August 20th, 2007
Articles
Sarah's Legacy
Reviews, June 17th, 2008
Friends
BloodVengeance.
Electric.Shock
Death-Of-Beauty
MissCandy!K
BadMinton.
Mindfreak.
Lightning Zap
Turtle
Jessie jackKnife
Chemical Addiction
the_never_ending
IThinkI'mParanoid
Zacky V!
xXKylaryenXx
Rachie Technicolor
DarknessandDecay
Cupcake Bunneh
XbloodyredtearsChiefAVENGER
FrankieshazzamAbout
I have ten fingers and ten toes. Two Z's, an I and an L. In reverse order. One head screwed on not-quite-right, and two hands to doodle to my heart's content. Ears, nose, mouth. A few freckles here and there. Watch around my wrist, makeup around my eyes. In black. Chipped nails and chipped polish. And a glow in my eyes that intrigues you. Makes you think. Makes you question. Makes you come up and say hello.
Of course, I'll greet you suspiciously. Your American Eagle sweater will catch my eye. I'll smirk, I've already decided who you are; Daddy's little princess. Mommy doesn't like you so much, and you use that to buy all the sympathy you'll ever need in life. Blow a few people, and a few people off, and you're in the right place. On top of the world. Everything is just a touch away: Shiny new jewelry, size 0 clothes. Fuck, you've even got him if you want. So yes, of course I am suspicious. How many lives have you ruined with those manicured pink fingernails?
You'll look at me in response to my expression, a sense of uneasiness will fill you to the top of your bleached-blond head. Can you see it in my eyes? Roll your own baby blues, shake your hips, and move back into your group of girls that look just like you. Names float through the air from venomous tongues, but one in particular catches my attention.
“Lizz.”
Just can't get enough of me, can you?
Of course, I'll greet you suspiciously. Your American Eagle sweater will catch my eye. I'll smirk, I've already decided who you are; Daddy's little princess. Mommy doesn't like you so much, and you use that to buy all the sympathy you'll ever need in life. Blow a few people, and a few people off, and you're in the right place. On top of the world. Everything is just a touch away: Shiny new jewelry, size 0 clothes. Fuck, you've even got him if you want. So yes, of course I am suspicious. How many lives have you ruined with those manicured pink fingernails?
You'll look at me in response to my expression, a sense of uneasiness will fill you to the top of your bleached-blond head. Can you see it in my eyes? Roll your own baby blues, shake your hips, and move back into your group of girls that look just like you. Names float through the air from venomous tongues, but one in particular catches my attention.
“Lizz.”
Just can't get enough of me, can you?
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