I imagine myself senseless bound by curiosity of dispatch and curiosity of prostitution in mind I bring forth white flowers perching saying acute names powdered lies on your stagnant body Your clothes are your skin minus everything you are **** in my small hands I hold everything in the deeper side of you I feel your childhood fear come out in my sighs Ill breath everything out for you from asphault my hunger torwards yourself grew
I confronted the insects I bared my secrets I spoke of my urge and still hid so much away from me in corners behind your eyes my eyebrows searing while staring up locked in intimate gaze and sacred expressions that make me bend in the late evenings