I am disgusted.
The anger twords myself.
I can not think of anything more than you.

My wish is to endlessly touch you.
Pleasing at first,
grabbing me off the shelf.
Fingertips across what was busted.

We both trusted.
Our hearts would always be their self.
I am wanting you.

I have you.
Dealing with world itself.
So I keep the ideas untested.

We have not rested.
Keep the demons to themselves!
Willing to **** them all with you.