Normality
Is how he stays
Awake and warm
Coated in the
Sticky sweat and
Grimed residue
From thoughts of you
The touch he craves
He can picture and
Violate your
Pure young image
Immorally
Is how my mind
Stays plagued with
A cloud of love
Wispy and soft
Adoration
From thoughts of you
Attentions craved
I can’t wish for
One **** handhold
It is a sin
Perhaps this is
Insanity
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
Normality
Is how he stays
Awake and warm
Coated in the
Sticky sweat and
Grimed residue
From thoughts of you
The touch he craves
He can picture and
Violate your
Pure young image
Immorally
Is how my mind
Stays plagued with
A cloud of love
Wispy and soft
Adoration
From thoughts of you
Attentions craved
I can’t wish for
One **** handhold
It is a sin
Perhaps this is
Insanity
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