I
Want you
To strip me (of my clothes)
Of my freedom,
Of everything that I believed in.
I
Want you
To caress me
And
To sing sweet lullabies, for
When our troublesome
Dreams frighten us, I
Want you to
Be there
For me.
I
Want you
To be the
Fair-skinned creature, who's
Eyes glisten like
Sparkling wine and who's
Warm embrace lingered
Without a slight touch
Of my breast.
I
Want you
To undress me, and
Tell
Me
To
Get
On
My knees.
I
Want you
To strip
Me of my
Innocence and
Dangle it across
A canyon
With a thousand
Other hearts
That you
Have yet
To destroy.
I wasn't
Pleased by
My fertility.
It didn't
Suit my stained
Clothes
Or
My
Clover cigarrettes.
I wasn't pleased
By your
Sense of entitlement.
You didn't
Suit
My
Mind.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
I
Want you
To strip me (of my clothes)
Of my freedom,
Of everything that I believed in.
I
Want you
To caress me
And
To sing sweet lullabies, for
When our troublesome
Dreams frighten us, I
Want you to
Be there
For me.
I
Want you
To be the
Fair-skinned creature, who's
Eyes glisten like
Sparkling wine and who's
Warm embrace lingered
Without a slight touch
Of my breast.
I
Want you
To undress me, and
Tell
Me
To
Get
On
My knees.
I
Want you
To strip
Me of my
Innocence and
Dangle it across
A canyon
With a thousand
Other hearts
That you
Have yet
To destroy.
I wasn't
Pleased by
My fertility.
It didn't
Suit my stained
Clothes
Or
My
Clover cigarrettes.
I wasn't pleased
By your
Sense of entitlement.
You didn't
Suit
My
Mind.
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