Those shoulders
Those hands
That radiant, youthful
Smile
The way my name
Leaves your throat
As if you haven't
Just met me
That kindness
And confidence
Which oft accompany
A voracious shadow
I imagine
Those hands
Taking my clothes off
Taking my breath
Taking my life
"No, I love it"
I would let you
Drag me to hell
With those lovely, strong
Arms
"I could see that"
Blessed with a vision
A fantasy
Of youth
And passion
******* in the bed of a truck
I remember
The boy from Idaho
Who rocked my world
Out the passenger side of his car
In a field of potatoes
An old, familiar
Addiction
An old, familiar
Intrusive thought
*I could **** him up*
For good
I could burn it all
And he'd never see it coming
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
Those shoulders
Those hands
That radiant, youthful
Smile
The way my name
Leaves your throat
As if you haven't
Just met me
That kindness
And confidence
Which oft accompany
A voracious shadow
I imagine
Those hands
Taking my clothes off
Taking my breath
Taking my life
"No, I love it"
I would let you
Drag me to hell
With those lovely, strong
Arms
"I could see that"
Blessed with a vision
A fantasy
Of youth
And passion
******* in the bed of a truck
I remember
The boy from Idaho
Who rocked my world
Out the passenger side of his car
In a field of potatoes
An old, familiar
Addiction
An old, familiar
Intrusive thought
*I could **** him up*
For good
I could burn it all
And he'd never see it coming
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