******* make me cry
I feel dead inside
Nothing can touch me or make me shine
The light blows out before my cry
The buzz of pleasure only lasts so long
to leave me wanting that haunted warmth
The build up reminds me
of the days I used to sneeze
The excitement more amusing
than that final release
The first was still the best
none can match it's height
I'm left with shortened bursts
that don't last nearly all night
I'll rock my hips and shudder still
but tears will pour down
as I lift my head to yell
Your name on my lips
yet there's no one around
My lonely bought of endless searching
is led by my thrusts and nervous laughing
And ends when I crash the shoreline
to finally die
that little death
each ****** promises
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 6:34 AM UTC
******* make me cry
I feel dead inside
Nothing can touch me or make me shine
The light blows out before my cry
The buzz of pleasure only lasts so long
to leave me wanting that haunted warmth
The build up reminds me
of the days I used to sneeze
The excitement more amusing
than that final release
The first was still the best
none can match it's height
I'm left with shortened bursts
that don't last nearly all night
I'll rock my hips and shudder still
but tears will pour down
as I lift my head to yell
Your name on my lips
yet there's no one around
My lonely bought of endless searching
is led by my thrusts and nervous laughing
And ends when I crash the shoreline
to finally die
that little death
each ****** promises
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