Monday, 16 November 2009

Oh, the ways you, I have had!
Ever losing sleep to stay in bed
I adore the luster—lust on laughter—

Rolling through such familiar flesh,
Lips branding my hips, stomach, neck
Hearts pacing by flat line
Stark shaking and breathless
Unable to stutter comprehensible English

My hair and dress a wild mess
And, mostly, you to blame for it.



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