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Something soft I want the uncomfortable fetter Of the carpets unruly mane To grace my worn feet I sleep Your eyes open when mine close And in my busy mind You are the blue light that Drives the eyelashes on my cheek To courtesy into a smile My lips follow suit When my hand digs into my knees Fleshy mountain caps All I crave is the foreign touch Of your fingers to Run miles up and down my Milky thighs We can let the familiar feeling Of our warmth erase the black marks of whips that woke us up from our dreams That meant the universe to eyes so bleary and small Fingertip felt tips festering fully, fittingly on your peachy pointer finger Just one The smell of lust will surround our hungry nostrils and Dig in baby Dig deep We wake up to a ceiling fan bland Wafting the leftover smell of cigarette smoke around our dusty morning We tucked the sun away as tight as we could But our lazy laughs and wayward smiles Gave way to our apathy Door closes The airwave is fizzy And the palm tree softly pets my luminous face Your car starts The screech of your tires Nails on my melting chalkboard Ill yell into my empty room And pray to god ill never see you again
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
I had it once
Something soft I want the uncomfortable fetter Of the carpets unruly mane To grace my worn feet I sleep Your eyes open when mine close And in my busy mind You are the blue light that Drives the eyelashes on my cheek To courtesy into a smile My lips follow suit When my hand digs into my knees Fleshy mountain caps All I crave is the foreign touch Of your fingers to Run miles up and down my Milky thighs We can let the familiar feeling Of our warmth erase the black marks of whips that woke us up from our dreams That meant the universe to eyes so bleary and small Fingertip felt tips festering fully, fittingly on your peachy pointer finger Just one The smell of lust will surround our hungry nostrils and Dig in baby Dig deep We wake up to a ceiling fan bland Wafting the leftover smell of cigarette smoke around our dusty morning We tucked the sun away as tight as we could But our lazy laughs and wayward smiles Gave way to our apathy Door closes The airwave is fizzy And the palm tree softly pets my luminous face Your car starts The screech of your tires Nails on my melting chalkboard Ill yell into my empty room And pray to god ill never see you again
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
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