Until that cold truth bubbles to the surface
I let the sweet, soft silk of your touch press into my thigh.
Unflinching vibrations, a platitude
Frothing vibrations as connections tenuously entwine.
The swell within, clench tight, open deeply
I will rewrite your troubled past.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Until that cold truth bubbles to the surface
I let the sweet, soft silk of your touch press into my thigh.
Unflinching vibrations, a platitude
Frothing vibrations as connections tenuously entwine.
The swell within, clench tight, open deeply
I will rewrite your troubled past.
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