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Apr 2011
Fix
Feel the sun beating down on my bones
Rays of heat dance on me as my eyes close
Feel your fingers thirst for mine
Hands interlocked
As we lay in this day of only us
Light as air, not a care in our minds
Your fingertips graze my lips
And our souls align
High on each other, what a fix
My lips are your syringe
Addicted to all of your drugs
Stuck inside a lovely binge
Feel your breath crawl on my neck
Satisfaction in our veins and minds are our of calling range
As i feel your kisses rain
Rain on my back, rain on my cheeks
Rain on my curving hips
The hurricane of kisses rain
Drown by those lips
I wrote this when I was 17...it wasn't about anyone in particular. Its the fantasy I have of one day finding real love.
Emma Jacobson
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Emma Jacobson  United States
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