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At the beach or at the park, So serious... Lips tremble, Back in an arch; You try your best, So concentrated To stifle your moans As whispers break through; Breathing hard, Shaky gasps And thoughtless words: You say my name, And I say yours. Knuckles white Leave yours and search... Caress the earth, search, Something to grab, To connect with; They trace, Up, your sides, And up, Around your halo, Fingers crawl, And up yet, Something to grab, They dig... They need the weight, So down, into the earth: Whether sand Or grass Or locks of something else... They find and hold And squeeze and tremble yet. From feet, to thighs, To **** to back, To shoulder, to neck, To eyes, You're a taut cord. We climb higher, Faster, and higher... You peak (We peak); You scream... Let tingle, shaky tingle Turn to numb ecstasy. And love fades in And logic sieves out. Emotions spasm As spine relaxes... And now, I'm just a friend again...used again. My payment: Your moans, Your ecstasy, Your moment(s) of triumph, Your high...your happiness. Used again... But who's counting, not me. My sadness [your happiness] is My happiness. Little did you know, Though not perceived, We were one, Connected, joined, Through the earth [earth's ground], And you and I were us.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Just Friends: the sand or my hair
At the beach or at the park, So serious... Lips tremble, Back in an arch; You try your best, So concentrated To stifle your moans As whispers break through; Breathing hard, Shaky gasps And thoughtless words: You say my name, And I say yours. Knuckles white Leave yours and search... Caress the earth, search, Something to grab, To connect with; They trace, Up, your sides, And up, Around your halo, Fingers crawl, And up yet, Something to grab, They dig... They need the weight, So down, into the earth: Whether sand Or grass Or locks of something else... They find and hold And squeeze and tremble yet. From feet, to thighs, To **** to back, To shoulder, to neck, To eyes, You're a taut cord. We climb higher, Faster, and higher... You peak (We peak); You scream... Let tingle, shaky tingle Turn to numb ecstasy. And love fades in And logic sieves out. Emotions spasm As spine relaxes... And now, I'm just a friend again...used again. My payment: Your moans, Your ecstasy, Your moment(s) of triumph, Your high...your happiness. Used again... But who's counting, not me. My sadness [your happiness] is My happiness. Little did you know, Though not perceived, We were one, Connected, joined, Through the earth [earth's ground], And you and I were us.
Young Fathers by Typhoon...good song.
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christopher-walker
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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