My hands are red against my ribs
the skin is marked with purple paint
and I rainbow in the gaps
though I lie motionless
my imagined lips contort
across the destinies of other's
craving shallow touch
each partner a slightly different waist
a different flavor
can these fantastic kisses
**** stars out from my soulfire?
or do they keep alive
my darling sweet desire?
My secret silent practice
my dancing under moon
may turn out to be witches work
and come to haunt me soon
I don't degrade by ************
I do not stoop to ****
But are these moments hights indeed?
Or bleeding cosmos,
love forlorn?
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
My hands are red against my ribs
the skin is marked with purple paint
and I rainbow in the gaps
though I lie motionless
my imagined lips contort
across the destinies of other's
craving shallow touch
each partner a slightly different waist
a different flavor
can these fantastic kisses
**** stars out from my soulfire?
or do they keep alive
my darling sweet desire?
My secret silent practice
my dancing under moon
may turn out to be witches work
and come to haunt me soon
I don't degrade by ************
I do not stoop to ****
But are these moments hights indeed?
Or bleeding cosmos,
love forlorn?
I'm afraid I'll lose my *** drive before I get married because I'm a ****** and 22 years old. I know the Apostle Paul said that it's easier sometimes to be single, but I really want to get married. I don't want to ignore my *** drive, or treat it poorly, or stick it in some prison cell. I'm confused about what to do with it.
