the rattling of the train
on the tracks
that runs right by us,
shakes the core
of the six strings
that once held me together.
i feel complete,
laying next to you.
and maybe i,
well maybe i’m wrong.
but this feels right.
the creation we
we
bring the world.
the composition
of notes
and love
and exchanging breaths,
the beautiful rhythm
that we share
cannot be fabricated again.
there.
i feel safe.
hearing you laugh,
(on my behalf)
wether i like it or not,
feels good.
like sinking my teeth
into your bare neck.
like pushing into you,
with pure lust…
i feel safe.
feeling you,
here,
even if i’m not knowing
enough for
my own comfort..
i feel safe.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
the rattling of the train
on the tracks
that runs right by us,
shakes the core
of the six strings
that once held me together.
i feel complete,
laying next to you.
and maybe i,
well maybe i’m wrong.
but this feels right.
the creation we
we
bring the world.
the composition
of notes
and love
and exchanging breaths,
the beautiful rhythm
that we share
cannot be fabricated again.
there.
i feel safe.
hearing you laugh,
(on my behalf)
wether i like it or not,
feels good.
like sinking my teeth
into your bare neck.
like pushing into you,
with pure lust…
i feel safe.
feeling you,
here,
even if i’m not knowing
enough for
my own comfort..
i feel safe.
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