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Dec 2014
The *** dreams
               Are
                        The
                                 Worst
The ones where I can smell you,
The ones where you ******* sweat,
The ones where we feel our flesh become two-in-one,
The ones where you see me bared naked and true,
The ones where I know what you sound like when you ***.
A squeak
   A moan
      A scream
           A wail
              A cry
          A mumble
      A murmur
   A whisper
A silence.
I want you,
Inside and out.
I want to kiss your tulips,
And lick your lifeline.
I want to make love to your mind,
And **** your fantasies.
I could tell you all the things I want to do,
But I’d rather excite your imagination.
I want to (inhale) you
        and (exhale) me.
I want flushed cheeks,
gasping breath,
glazed eyes,
curled toes.
I want genuflection
And glossolalia.
You breathe life into my lungs.
You light my fire.
You fill me with passion.
And I am so ******* ****** at you.
Alex Higgins
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Alex Higgins
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