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Pain radiates through my body, like blood scrapes through vessels; Air spills out of my bare lungs, like soft water rushing down a river; It’s love shatters my heart, like glass broken by a wielded, naked metal; It grits at my body, Like gasoline bruised by a burning flame.               Lick at the soft temple buried in my bare heart,                               Blaze with astonishing fire;                     Soften at the scrape of a single whisper,                                     Morph into dust;          Quiver at my single touch, breath, look, voice, emotion;              Be mine to hold stripped of shame, hesitancy, lust;                               Be mine to hold as yourself.                                                                                            I burn with desire,                                                                                 To feel flesh among skin;                                                                    I urge for the need to evaporate,                                                                                      To be inhaled by him;                                                                  The pain that throbs in my heart,                                                 Like a vessel split loose by a burning need;                                                                                 To feel flesh among skin,                                                                                      To be inhaled by him.
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
T. H. E. ~ U. R. G. E.
Pain radiates through my body, like blood scrapes through vessels; Air spills out of my bare lungs, like soft water rushing down a river; It’s love shatters my heart, like glass broken by a wielded, naked metal; It grits at my body, Like gasoline bruised by a burning flame.               Lick at the soft temple buried in my bare heart,                               Blaze with astonishing fire;                     Soften at the scrape of a single whisper,                                     Morph into dust;          Quiver at my single touch, breath, look, voice, emotion;              Be mine to hold stripped of shame, hesitancy, lust;                               Be mine to hold as yourself.                                                                                            I burn with desire,                                                                                 To feel flesh among skin;                                                                    I urge for the need to evaporate,                                                                                      To be inhaled by him;                                                                  The pain that throbs in my heart,                                                 Like a vessel split loose by a burning need;                                                                                 To feel flesh among skin,                                                                                      To be inhaled by him.
A short collection of poems. ~RBH/M
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
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