in me there is a grand heat
it's the purpose of my blood
hot stinking rivers
adolescent steam wafting
serenade a pile of burning ***
a word tremendously whispered
shatter my lips. savage Gravity my cells
scream for thee. (lay open the stuttering
of my heart and place in it your fluid
i'll **** every hesitation
and blast your skin with shimmering agile
pulsings of my lungs; emptied upon thee)
make me raw little knife. the serrations of your
nails dance and please my flesh. motes of fire
dimple the vassal of my will
how sharp thou are
please hurt me
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 12:19 PM UTC
in me there is a grand heat
it's the purpose of my blood
hot stinking rivers
adolescent steam wafting
serenade a pile of burning ***
a word tremendously whispered
shatter my lips. savage Gravity my cells
scream for thee. (lay open the stuttering
of my heart and place in it your fluid
i'll **** every hesitation
and blast your skin with shimmering agile
pulsings of my lungs; emptied upon thee)
make me raw little knife. the serrations of your
nails dance and please my flesh. motes of fire
dimple the vassal of my will
how sharp thou are
please hurt me
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