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You came up to me It was dark, under the trees The squirrels were all gone The moon timidly shone Your hand from my hips I didn’t push away You came up to see If you could kiss my lips You did And my clothes– later You undid And you were after My love Our bodies might Want to see this slant Of light in the loneliest night But I simply can’t Let you have it Just because we feel Simply because well, we… feel like it We are humans, we’re real Creatures of desire We burn, but the bits of this fire Don’t whisper we should say Yes, at the end of the day To anyone coming up to sell Their passion or frustration To you. This time, is their beauty Say, human, pray tell Enough for you to give them the mirage Or the image Of your eternity? His flesh despised reason Mine recoiled in horror And my mind in this season Saw with an indicible terror That should my self give in to pleasure I should at least make sure That this desire driving me Is nothing but… my nemesis, my enemy! September 15, 2015 Villeurbanne
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Strangers, bodies, tyrannic desires
You came up to me It was dark, under the trees The squirrels were all gone The moon timidly shone Your hand from my hips I didn’t push away You came up to see If you could kiss my lips You did And my clothes– later You undid And you were after My love Our bodies might Want to see this slant Of light in the loneliest night But I simply can’t Let you have it Just because we feel Simply because well, we… feel like it We are humans, we’re real Creatures of desire We burn, but the bits of this fire Don’t whisper we should say Yes, at the end of the day To anyone coming up to sell Their passion or frustration To you. This time, is their beauty Say, human, pray tell Enough for you to give them the mirage Or the image Of your eternity? His flesh despised reason Mine recoiled in horror And my mind in this season Saw with an indicible terror That should my self give in to pleasure I should at least make sure That this desire driving me Is nothing but… my nemesis, my enemy! September 15, 2015 Villeurbanne
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Appoline
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
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