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Little Bug Jan 2013
carry me, carry me across
lift me and drop me down.
swing my conscious through my arms and into my hands to grab your back
seize my wrists to push our urge from politeness to intention

kiss me, kiss me through
stun me and push me up
roll my thoughts over to mutual pleasure and wild movement
grab my skin to meet yours as the sweat begins to drop and you clamor my name
Little Bug Jan 2013
wish could
I regret
depress
slow decay
gasp through spit
anger
jealousy
REGRET
unfamiliar
never to be again
myself
Little Bug Jan 2013
What's truer than true
is you being you
and me being me
as us being us,
for that's the truth
Little Bug Jan 2013
Blue shield Blue cross
Blue face
new loss
Little Bug Jan 2013
youth - a dream
boy - a house
age - a family
death- a grave
Little Bug Jan 2013
ecstasy slips and there she goes...
to where, nobody cares or knows,
if there's hope keep on your toes,
for there she goes...

— The End —