"You know
what's crazy babe?"
"What?"
"You scare me
with your love."
"That's such a waste,
come here,
I want to tell you something."
You scooch
over to me.
I just want to
know
your sticky skin.
You just breathe close to me,
all night long.
Our words
use our bodies
for mouths.
I'm not ashamed to say
that we really know
how to ****
each other.
And for all you *********
love is so physical
that words
and eternal sentiments
break it down.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
"You know
what's crazy babe?"
"What?"
"You scare me
with your love."
"That's such a waste,
come here,
I want to tell you something."
You scooch
over to me.
I just want to
know
your sticky skin.
You just breathe close to me,
all night long.
Our words
use our bodies
for mouths.
I'm not ashamed to say
that we really know
how to ****
each other.
And for all you *********
love is so physical
that words
and eternal sentiments
break it down.
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