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 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
AJ
Today I thought about it.
I didn't do it.
I think about it a lot.
I've done it.
We all thought about it at some point.
We don't all do it.
A lot do it.
We don't all succeed.
I guess if we all thought about it,
And all did it,
And all succeeded,
There would be no one left to
Think about it,
And do it,
And succeed.
But I'll still think about it,
And do it.
So will you.
I'm trapped inside
the belly of a monster.
I am stripped of all feeling
it is turning me numb;
suffering can only
be the beginning.

I don't know if I've ever been happy.
Sin
fingers can only
do so much before
the body caves in

temptation beings
rumbling with
hunger, desire, taste

the shedding begins
and all that's left
is skin against skin

heavy breathing paints
a heavy coat
on the walls

sin has never been this satisfying.
i hear springs creak
underneath the weight
of hips working together

where lips begin
parting over
heating flesh

fingers desperately
grasp for something
to hold in all sound

until both bodies
tremble and mold
into one.
My body says
I don't know happiness
My dreams believe in
My imagination.

I wish promises can fix
Lost things.
I'm waiting for words of hope and truth.
That rest deep inside.

To save me from my nightmares.
Drowning in your lies.
I made believe you were mine.
Clouding my judgment.
You were everything to me.
But I am forced to let go.

— The End —