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Sep 2010
We enter the room,
the flower wall paper makes me feel funny,
But I ignore the feeling.
We begin to kiss,
Passion and lust start pulsing through my veins,
I cant think straight and my body,
My body,
My body! It feels like a new high!
I rush violently torwards the bed,
Rummaging through a land of stuffed animals.
I arrive, and what I saw, what I saw was glory.
As she laid on the bed,
Sweetly humming a simple innocent melody,
I came closer till I could almost feel her breath.
I laid down next to her,
Filled with this uncontrolable feeling,
I began ripping, tearing her clothes off,
She smiled at me with the oddest expression,
Almost as if to say, "Come get me."
*******.
It is almost as is the sun and the stars were singing the same beautiful melody as she.
And then, then came this new sensation,
She reached up and pulled me down closer,
The pressure built faster and faster,
I began to sweat and quiver!
Nails in my back like a scalpel in flesh.
This it happens.
An eruption equivilant to that of Mt. St. Helens!
Im done.
My body tingles exquisitely.
This girl, this lady, she is missing.
Where could she have gone?
Was this real?
Am I real?
****.
Copyright 2010. Steve Boldin.
Written by
Steve Boldin
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