4am and I was naked,
Drinking cheap, listenin' to Lewis.
Things have changed now,
Im wearing clothes.
Fatigued from the fog-
My hand pulls over my face.
It smells of *****
She's my Commitment, My Anchor.
And my ultimate capsize.
Her ankles in my hands, legs spread to their limit,
Eyes locked, piercing breaths-
I want nothing more,
Every ****** as if the last.
My bliss,
Before Death's ending kiss.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
4am and I was naked,
Drinking cheap, listenin' to Lewis.
Things have changed now,
Im wearing clothes.
Fatigued from the fog-
My hand pulls over my face.
It smells of *****
She's my Commitment, My Anchor.
And my ultimate capsize.
Her ankles in my hands, legs spread to their limit,
Eyes locked, piercing breaths-
I want nothing more,
Every ****** as if the last.
My bliss,
Before Death's ending kiss.
If youve followed, there may be a surprise, and for that I wont apologize.
Happy Saturday to
my time zone=)
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