I could almost feel the ink
adorn on my skin.
The pain that stings my soul
deep within.
As I lie here with the painful pleasure,
I could sense a certain satisfaction.
Againt her will,perhaps his and my very own religion.
There I could see the ink
forming the word like this(__________).
I know that aching desire's gone,
I'm finally at ease.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 12:56 PM UTC
I could almost feel the ink
adorn on my skin.
The pain that stings my soul
deep within.
As I lie here with the painful pleasure,
I could sense a certain satisfaction.
Againt her will,perhaps his and my very own religion.
There I could see the ink
forming the word like this(__________).
I know that aching desire's gone,
I'm finally at ease.
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