A combination of yours and mine
my smile and yours
torn at the hedges
combined at the soul
wrinkled in certain places
thoughts dug in holes for me to hold
lest your mortal words from your physical tongue
sing to me in silent echos
and watch my body unfold
the veins in your eyes are red
and your pupils are streched
by simply watching me lay lifeless on this sephia toned bed
and when your hand streches forward
to calm my brutal needs
on to your lips my body feeds
and I forget that
one of the most deadly sins is
greed
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC
A combination of yours and mine
my smile and yours
torn at the hedges
combined at the soul
wrinkled in certain places
thoughts dug in holes for me to hold
lest your mortal words from your physical tongue
sing to me in silent echos
and watch my body unfold
the veins in your eyes are red
and your pupils are streched
by simply watching me lay lifeless on this sephia toned bed
and when your hand streches forward
to calm my brutal needs
on to your lips my body feeds
and I forget that
one of the most deadly sins is
greed
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