What rage there is,
In youthful lovers.
The lustful want of incitement,
Excitement.
Passionate energy.
Unreserved and incorrigible resentment
For the men in suits,
Settle down.
Don’t settle down.
The pressure of ***
And the stench of expectation.
Bated breath as I reveal your weak
Underbelly.
Don’t speak, don’t apologise
As I count the freckles across your
Inner thighs.
I need to know I don’t need you.
Let me love you,
Let me.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
What rage there is,
In youthful lovers.
The lustful want of incitement,
Excitement.
Passionate energy.
Unreserved and incorrigible resentment
For the men in suits,
Settle down.
Don’t settle down.
The pressure of ***
And the stench of expectation.
Bated breath as I reveal your weak
Underbelly.
Don’t speak, don’t apologise
As I count the freckles across your
Inner thighs.
I need to know I don’t need you.
Let me love you,
Let me.
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