I want to possess a caress.
The nocturnal itch of tainted love
is tempting me to become insane.
Imagery of ligaments locked
is the focus of my brain.
May my sorrow only be gone
if I swing and dip into his hips?
No, it must not be so-
Men burnt these eyes of mine
with ugly cries.
I won't let you get your way tonight.
K.K.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
I want to possess a caress.
The nocturnal itch of tainted love
is tempting me to become insane.
Imagery of ligaments locked
is the focus of my brain.
May my sorrow only be gone
if I swing and dip into his hips?
No, it must not be so-
Men burnt these eyes of mine
with ugly cries.
I won't let you get your way tonight.
K.K.
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