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I need a moment with my muse.... I need shadows in candlelight... I need a "You're so ******* beautiful"... To feel it, for a night..... I need the pain as he bites me... The taste of blood within my lips... Only to be soothed by the gentle way He slows his every kiss... I need his searching fingers And his lip stains on my skin I need his cross upon my tongue I need to relish in his sin.... I need a moment with my muse... I'm dying fast inside It seems without his smirk I'm more dead than I'm alive Just a few slow Long hours I swear, I can't think To even write..... Unless it is about him Then that's all there is All night Writing of my longing Writing of this want Writing to forget him Though with writing Not forgot I swear A tiny moment So I can shut my eyes Paralyzed upon his heart Warm against his thighs I just want to inhale him A little piece of him So that I may live a tad bit longer To write of him again.... Though, I'm tired of writing missings I rather write of memories Newer and not old ones They're fading Don't you see.... I'm starting to diminish My luster, Getting dull I need a moment with my muse I need a moment to feel whole Within his arms To taste him I'm a ranting Lunatic Moons and mainly midnights Do drive me to be sick Without him I am aching A moment only Please Begging Not an issue I'm happy on my knees Praying for his pleasure Pleasing to be his Simply All I really need Is a moment That never ends....... ©MV (scribbling)
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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I need a moment with my muse.... I need shadows in candlelight... I need a "You're so ******* beautiful"... To feel it, for a night..... I need the pain as he bites me... The taste of blood within my lips... Only to be soothed by the gentle way He slows his every kiss... I need his searching fingers And his lip stains on my skin I need his cross upon my tongue I need to relish in his sin.... I need a moment with my muse... I'm dying fast inside It seems without his smirk I'm more dead than I'm alive Just a few slow Long hours I swear, I can't think To even write..... Unless it is about him Then that's all there is All night Writing of my longing Writing of this want Writing to forget him Though with writing Not forgot I swear A tiny moment So I can shut my eyes Paralyzed upon his heart Warm against his thighs I just want to inhale him A little piece of him So that I may live a tad bit longer To write of him again.... Though, I'm tired of writing missings I rather write of memories Newer and not old ones They're fading Don't you see.... I'm starting to diminish My luster, Getting dull I need a moment with my muse I need a moment to feel whole Within his arms To taste him I'm a ranting Lunatic Moons and mainly midnights Do drive me to be sick Without him I am aching A moment only Please Begging Not an issue I'm happy on my knees Praying for his pleasure Pleasing to be his Simply All I really need Is a moment That never ends....... ©MV (scribbling)
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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