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"i tied my fingers to remind me to leave you every day while my hair is growing white, the strings are turning gray one by one they come undone until they fall away kiss me idle kiss me idle kiss me without make-up, leave no marks upon my chest kiss me for no other reason then to give your eyes a rest kiss me slow and leave me lifeless, let this all digest kiss me idle slowly, slowly, the longer it takes the better mistakes we end up stumbling on ~ Verve Pipe ~ there's inspiration flowing through me... flowing tears... flowing years... flowing fears... just a look... mesmerized... and the words... surprised... to read myself in words I didn't write... to imagine I was not alone... she makes me hungry makes me sweat makes me remember makes me forget her words, her eyes dreams of her thighs and deeper I go where only I know the secrets within are where we begin all the senses thrilled desire fulfilled she makes me hungry makes me wet palpitating good as it gets her words, her lips drink in little sips I'm intoxicated for so long I've waited the dreams is devine the dream she is mine in tranquility we share ecstasy slowly, slowly and dare I reach out to touch anyone with insatiable desire... dare I invite anyone into infinite intensity... the words are easy enough... but to imagine reciprocation in the physical world... to imagine anyone reaching out to take my hand and not just imagine, but actualize... are you out there?... |
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