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If I touch you... here would oxygen hiss through your (suddenly open) mouth? If I touch you here, will your shoulders knot and your throat turn pink- my little voyagers descend... will your pupils dilate 'til they swallow me whole- and your moan turn the curtains violet, turn the air to blackberries? As my hands commits the sweetest secret patterns as time turns to friction and your sudden cries puncture the room tell me, would the blackberries burst? Paint me purple, my sweet man.
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
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If I touch you... here would oxygen hiss through your (suddenly open) mouth? If I touch you here, will your shoulders knot and your throat turn pink- my little voyagers descend... will your pupils dilate 'til they swallow me whole- and your moan turn the curtains violet, turn the air to blackberries? As my hands commits the sweetest secret patterns as time turns to friction and your sudden cries puncture the room tell me, would the blackberries burst? Paint me purple, my sweet man.
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
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