so much to say
dont know where to start
under the tangled sheets,
i will learn to breathe
and finally walk
time slows
leaves fall
the cool mist
against
my living skin
my veins
a rainforest
just itching to
come alive
at your warm touch
blood boils
like natural
hot springs
pleasure,
its own serene illusion
i freefall
frozen in time
like little porcelain angels
of the night
tumbling as season change
(b.d.s.)
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
so much to say
dont know where to start
under the tangled sheets,
i will learn to breathe
and finally walk
time slows
leaves fall
the cool mist
against
my living skin
my veins
a rainforest
just itching to
come alive
at your warm touch
blood boils
like natural
hot springs
pleasure,
its own serene illusion
i freefall
frozen in time
like little porcelain angels
of the night
tumbling as season change
(b.d.s.)
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