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Disgusting fingertips slither down my sides
Just an ounce of your breath is all that I despise
I can feel the blood trickle down your perfect spine
Almost see through, Almost mindless
Tilting heads back, Lost in all these senseless pleasures
All that we are, what we've become;
Just sexual beings, Just one
Don't try to leave this time, unless you'd like to break
If I could rip you out of me I'd probably be fine
Gently whisper in my direction
Almost intense exasperations
What poison have you injected into my pale arms?
Dragging on violently in my mind, pictures moving in your eyes
A fateful position we've been in before, a bitter ending that will come
Tasting so ironically, a slip of the tongue
Between the silence of our ecstasy
A definite dispute; Another lovers tryst
 Fatal Fail · Thu Sep 17, 2009 @ 04:55am · 0 Comments |
