I curl up into my softest femininity
and then drown myself in thoughts of warm skin
Im hanging off the balcony
the railing pushes into my stomach
and the sharp pain executes my hunger
but only briefly
I scent myself
with myself
and imagine the tasting of the ocean
the burning of salt water
in the eyes
in the wounds
cleanse
deeply into the barren core
suffocated by the surrounding of nothing but air
molecules trangressed
needing freedom
Im trapped in a jail cell
nobody can reach my hands
I have the key
who will persude me
to drench the curtains
rip them from shoulders
my legs
and my back
damp and heavy
forhead creases
cosmic realeses
joyous wonderful
contraversy breeds heavy sighs
between lover and victim
positioned in between the biting of lips
and the thunder of thighs
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:49 PM UTC
I curl up into my softest femininity
and then drown myself in thoughts of warm skin
Im hanging off the balcony
the railing pushes into my stomach
and the sharp pain executes my hunger
but only briefly
I scent myself
with myself
and imagine the tasting of the ocean
the burning of salt water
in the eyes
in the wounds
cleanse
deeply into the barren core
suffocated by the surrounding of nothing but air
molecules trangressed
needing freedom
Im trapped in a jail cell
nobody can reach my hands
I have the key
who will persude me
to drench the curtains
rip them from shoulders
my legs
and my back
damp and heavy
forhead creases
cosmic realeses
joyous wonderful
contraversy breeds heavy sighs
between lover and victim
positioned in between the biting of lips
and the thunder of thighs
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