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 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
Quiet
Only my heart beat in the space occupied
With the heavy weight of shadows
Soft, gentle rush and hum
Of a potential tragedy
This is not the first time
Subtle clues as to how and why linger just on the edge of my once controllable perception
Pipe the **** down!
Too many voices in here
Concentration a mere past time
Untouchable
Sharp and acrid my fingers taste of indigo ink
As I **** softly at their habitually stained tips
Punctuated only by black coffee my diet is sparse
Like so many things, desire for even the most basic functions is lack luster at best
Where have you gone?
Did you mean to take my sanity with you?
My ability to pull it together more natural than forced
Although I cannot say the same for my smile
Tomorrow I may switch to bitter tea
Soak up some sun
Do my best.
But today, today I'll enjoy the clouds.
It cannot rain all the time but when it does, dance in it.
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
You

There are so many words I could pull out of my fingertips.
Passion that fills my lungs
Shadowed *** filled air breathing through me
Waking up that sleepy side that never knew
The heated intensity that you've always called to
Soft lips and sharp teeth capturing your need
******* and biting it into an inferno

I want to go down in flames together
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
You run your hands
I run my tongue
Hands tangled in my mermaid wish you were here hair
I've got a mouth made for bruising
With your flashy kick stand made for using
Between you and me who needs three?
Pushing me down with rough assuredness
I never did take orders well though
Flipping over, landing face down exactly where I am needed
Now who's song splashes off of white washed walls?
Please. Gods yes. Just like that.
I want to tell you to blow it all over my tonsils
My face. Stomach. Chest.
Any where you want
But I don't
Instead I increase speed
Not as soft and easy as I seem
Rough palms cradle a well made skull
One last ******. ****. A hissed name on begging lips
My tongue swirls around your most sensitive ridge
You shudder and pull away
Kissing me softly, tasting your appreciation on
my swollen lips
To *******. A truly enjoyable talent to have.
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
He may not have the world's largest ****
But **** if he doesn't know how to use it
And he can spell correctly for that matter!
 Dec 2013 David Crum
Wanderer
You have to do it all
Just to know where it gets you
Spilling *** and secrets through verse
Begging me with lined pages to give in
I am the mountain
You are monsoon season
Wearing down the face of my resolve
The echo of our mingled passion lingers
Like the scent of your skin against mine
From pushing to pulling we are connected
Through fingers buried deep in pulsing veins
"This is where you belong"
You slither along my curved neck with a southern draw
I wish miles were clouds and we could sleep forever
The comforting eclipse of moonlight stopping time
I apologize for nothing
As shadows fall across your smile
You will not wait
I am not the one

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