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When you choke me... My sight begins to shift Dark red spirals and firefly esque spectacles Asphxiation. A carnal pleasure in books read in jest But when inacted, thrills my body to be numb to all but one sense... You look almost supernal, they say what we enjoy was sent from perdition. Above me jostling, By the way we moan i can tell... Some primitive shriek and an attempt at communication Gets lost in between the sheets of our bodies jubilation A partnership made between lies and temptation. My hands keep on slipping I grab and start preparing your hair a frenzied mangled sport my tongue is pressing ever forward Our arms are wrapped, a lovers embrace A complete release into a solitary state where actions become sounds and shivering is garunteed. the only time a scream is allowed during laughter My Sight Begins to shift A pale white angel porcelain like figurines, perfection only percieved she kisses and scratches in acceptance and gratitude. Dark red curls and deep green pasture like  iris's. Gleaming with tears and startled by my endless Captivation!
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
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When you choke me... My sight begins to shift Dark red spirals and firefly esque spectacles Asphxiation. A carnal pleasure in books read in jest But when inacted, thrills my body to be numb to all but one sense... You look almost supernal, they say what we enjoy was sent from perdition. Above me jostling, By the way we moan i can tell... Some primitive shriek and an attempt at communication Gets lost in between the sheets of our bodies jubilation A partnership made between lies and temptation. My hands keep on slipping I grab and start preparing your hair a frenzied mangled sport my tongue is pressing ever forward Our arms are wrapped, a lovers embrace A complete release into a solitary state where actions become sounds and shivering is garunteed. the only time a scream is allowed during laughter My Sight Begins to shift A pale white angel porcelain like figurines, perfection only percieved she kisses and scratches in acceptance and gratitude. Dark red curls and deep green pasture like  iris's. Gleaming with tears and startled by my endless Captivation!
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
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