Yesterday he was in me and the stars bowed as I touched the sky
maybe its not his rib I got but his pelvis
I'm in between laughter and crying.. some bare thin line
His hands are drawing contours on my skin
And
we all give in especially ,my nipples,they surrender to him
my thighs are praying to him now
right after I wrap myself in him and fall into death for just a brief moment
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
Yesterday he was in me and the stars bowed as I touched the sky
maybe its not his rib I got but his pelvis
I'm in between laughter and crying.. some bare thin line
His hands are drawing contours on my skin
And
we all give in especially ,my nipples,they surrender to him
my thighs are praying to him now
right after I wrap myself in him and fall into death for just a brief moment
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