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I'm in love with a fisherman who fears sailing onward to outstretched sea instead he casts his nets over ponds and shallow streams I’m in love with a fisherman whose hands are ignorant of forceful currents and giant swells each graze from his unscathed hands reminds me of his vanity his boasting never halting -- the fish are endless in his shallow stream My fisherman is too cowardly to inhale the briny air so when we make love the smell of fresh water lingers on my sheets and my salty skin needs a drink but this estuary is not a haven for ill-fated love while I yearn for my fisherman, my heart will always yield to the sea

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC

fisherman

I'm in love with a fisherman who fears sailing onward to outstretched sea instead he casts his nets over ponds and shallow streams I’m in love with a fisherman whose hands are ignorant of forceful currents and giant swells each graze from his unscathed hands reminds me of his vanity his boasting never halting -- the fish are endless in his shallow stream My fisherman is too cowardly to inhale the briny air so when we make love the smell of fresh water lingers on my sheets and my salty skin needs a drink but this estuary is not a haven for ill-fated love while I yearn for my fisherman, my heart will always yield to the sea

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when the moon has finally succumbed to the flirtatious will of night and even stars grow weary of guarding peaceful slumbers the sneaky temptress twilight makes her move and slithers through my window as she glides into my bed, I can tell she is up to her old tricks my eyes forget to close and my mind forgets to sleep the darkened outlines of my room crumble as each breath escapes my lips and now I remember where I've hidden you, blue eyed boy how strange a sensation to remember your body a rekindled sullen mood your arms are a heavy warmth against my waist and your legs are clumsy giants that wrestle with mine all night yes, this is how it feels when your cheek nuzzles the nape of my neck and even here, your breathing rumbles like a storm rolling out to sea Your heavy exhales compose a sensual melody as each crescendo crashes against my clavicle I'm at the mercy of your lingering shadow I'm the casualty of the pressure in this room I want to stop breathing because I feel that I could make love to you in the blackened air my hands trace out your handsome face and place two gems for your brilliant eyes and caress the sharp angles of your cheek your lips were delicate so I use only my right hand I'd give myself to you so honestly this time but here, loneliness slowly swells your lungs a tar that coats the lining of your throat you are a cruel asphyxiation brought on by the mystic twilight herself but her ruse won't last forever I'll drift off into the sweet solace of sleep and ponder on how you love me more when my bed is empty, blue eyed boy

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Sep 13, 2012

Sep 13, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC

blue eyed boy

when the moon has finally succumbed to the flirtatious will of night and even stars grow weary of guarding peaceful slumbers the sneaky temptress twilight makes her move and slithers through my window as she glides into my bed, I can tell she is up to her old tricks my eyes forget to close and my mind forgets to sleep the darkened outlines of my room crumble as each breath escapes my lips and now I remember where I've hidden you, blue eyed boy how strange a sensation to remember your body a rekindled sullen mood your arms are a heavy warmth against my waist and your legs are clumsy giants that wrestle with mine all night yes, this is how it feels when your cheek nuzzles the nape of my neck and even here, your breathing rumbles like a storm rolling out to sea Your heavy exhales compose a sensual melody as each crescendo crashes against my clavicle I'm at the mercy of your lingering shadow I'm the casualty of the pressure in this room I want to stop breathing because I feel that I could make love to you in the blackened air my hands trace out your handsome face and place two gems for your brilliant eyes and caress the sharp angles of your cheek your lips were delicate so I use only my right hand I'd give myself to you so honestly this time but here, loneliness slowly swells your lungs a tar that coats the lining of your throat you are a cruel asphyxiation brought on by the mystic twilight herself but her ruse won't last forever I'll drift off into the sweet solace of sleep and ponder on how you love me more when my bed is empty, blue eyed boy

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I am the perfect prey vulnerable and weak malleable and persuaded slow to hear my hunters treading feet my head is lost in flighty dreams I will not put up a fight my eyes are beguiled by the deep hues of lust they are quick to believe my hunters guise I am the perfect prey you will never see me flee my feet stay rooted, buried in the ground I am a victim who yearns to be a target as each assailant feeds one by one I mourn that I could not give more shredded by their greedy hunger clever hunters cannot pass an easy meal But no one pity’s nature prey when I was the one designed this way.

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Sep 12, 2012

Sep 12, 2012 at 1:59 AM UTC

I am

I am the perfect prey vulnerable and weak malleable and persuaded slow to hear my hunters treading feet my head is lost in flighty dreams I will not put up a fight my eyes are beguiled by the deep hues of lust they are quick to believe my hunters guise I am the perfect prey you will never see me flee my feet stay rooted, buried in the ground I am a victim who yearns to be a target as each assailant feeds one by one I mourn that I could not give more shredded by their greedy hunger clever hunters cannot pass an easy meal But no one pity’s nature prey when I was the one designed this way.

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