some lingerie
by the door
another swoon
to the floor
so restless
our heated nights
we forget
the city lights
and loudly
we do proclaim
that pleasure
is the same
as floating
is to feathers
and pulling
at our teathers
we tear
to the core
of what
we live for
burning in
love and lust
endlessly until
our bones rust
and ashes
take the sky
until then
our bodies fly
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
some lingerie
by the door
another swoon
to the floor
so restless
our heated nights
we forget
the city lights
and loudly
we do proclaim
that pleasure
is the same
as floating
is to feathers
and pulling
at our teathers
we tear
to the core
of what
we live for
burning in
love and lust
endlessly until
our bones rust
and ashes
take the sky
until then
our bodies fly
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