Literature
Red Delicious
Red Delicious,
so sweet
Thick blood red and juicy,
Right on my teeth
My lips want a taste
Your soft, pretty skin
Won't go to waste
You are mine, my obsession
So yummy, my confession
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"Oi water boy!" called Xigbar with his surfer dude accent, long ponytail swishing side to side as he walked, the bottom of his organization coat swishing by his feet.
Demyx, who was currently sitting on the pale white couch of the castle's lounge room, strumming his sitar, looked up questionably, and smiled when he saw who called him. "Hey Xiggy! Whats up?" he replied, treading his fingers through his blond mullet.
Xigbar sat next to him, cros