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I am no longer rusty tunic driven like a alabaster skeleton through tongues of wine hearts of misshaped happiness breathing beneath my tongue aqua marine risky danger zones between close mouths and breath long locks of dark brown trail against your back like water paint fluid on your paper like skin hold me here beautiful forever I will rest in between your palms as you open them to gather water from the river of our sacred dreams I will lay there like a small fairy for you at ease I understand the viscousness the inexplicable vitality with a woman next to a woman I can teach you how to be comfortable with me we might become black at times we might burn reminents built torn and ashy but here there is a beauty a burgundy understanding of similar nature rich with cause suitable by death night bound by the man who believed he was clever driven insanity crude hearts gestures leave that castle be my vampire join my tower touch the sent of the wicker and dive into this feminine power I set hot trembling tender sighs let out every hour I will hunt those wild beasts within your breast hold your hand and kiss your chest stitch myself to your ivory neck seek you until my hearts a wreck
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Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 8:11 AM UTC
miss with chastity fear
I am no longer rusty tunic driven like a alabaster skeleton through tongues of wine hearts of misshaped happiness breathing beneath my tongue aqua marine risky danger zones between close mouths and breath long locks of dark brown trail against your back like water paint fluid on your paper like skin hold me here beautiful forever I will rest in between your palms as you open them to gather water from the river of our sacred dreams I will lay there like a small fairy for you at ease I understand the viscousness the inexplicable vitality with a woman next to a woman I can teach you how to be comfortable with me we might become black at times we might burn reminents built torn and ashy but here there is a beauty a burgundy understanding of similar nature rich with cause suitable by death night bound by the man who believed he was clever driven insanity crude hearts gestures leave that castle be my vampire join my tower touch the sent of the wicker and dive into this feminine power I set hot trembling tender sighs let out every hour I will hunt those wild beasts within your breast hold your hand and kiss your chest stitch myself to your ivory neck seek you until my hearts a wreck
midnight-prague
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midnight-prague
Greek
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 8:11 AM UTC
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