we were making love. you were wet sun-storm calling moons.
i was every moon.
you had thighs. thighs so thighs i was Moses
wandering in the lava fields
of new islands.
my hands were everywhere.
you said things that lived too much and died a little.
so did i.
you held my breath to save me the trouble
of Aaaaah.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 7:41 PM UTC
we were making love. you were wet sun-storm calling moons.
i was every moon.
you had thighs. thighs so thighs i was Moses
wandering in the lava fields
of new islands.
my hands were everywhere.
you said things that lived too much and died a little.
so did i.
you held my breath to save me the trouble
of Aaaaah.
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