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Jan 2015
I love the way you pretend.
I love the way you dress up
all skin, and cotton, and beautiful
lies.
I love the way you tease,
my words from their dusty catacombs,
with your smile, your sway,
your beautiful ******* lips,
trailing down my neck, my chest.
******* this neverending
journey to the end of your corridors and locked doors.
I love the way you don't know
how you inspire my deep seated desires.
I love your innocence
my inner demons coaxing
the lost little lamb
in your eyes.
I love the way you shiver
when my fingers make promises my heart can't keep.
When my smile makes promises
my foundations can't withstand.
I love the way you don't ask questions,
how you trust me.
So lovely,
misguided,
and I know I'm going to break your heart.
But the way you look at me
reminds me of what it means to be human,
even if what I do to you, proves
I'm not.
Anniebell Lector
Written by
Anniebell Lector  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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   ---, Brian Payamps and alxndra
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