I want to **** you against the wall
until you murmur my name like pleading to a saint.
On your knees begging the devil for release,
gasping, writhing, stripped of all formality-
we'll make the cold moon blush and hide.
I'll teach you sleep is not the only thing to succumb to
at night,
to measure time in breathless sighs and pray to
another God.
I want to have you,
until you forget your name and remember but mine.
Sweating in the night, bodies intertwined.
I'll let you eat from my red apple if you share yours with mine.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
I want to **** you against the wall
until you murmur my name like pleading to a saint.
On your knees begging the devil for release,
gasping, writhing, stripped of all formality-
we'll make the cold moon blush and hide.
I'll teach you sleep is not the only thing to succumb to
at night,
to measure time in breathless sighs and pray to
another God.
I want to have you,
until you forget your name and remember but mine.
Sweating in the night, bodies intertwined.
I'll let you eat from my red apple if you share yours with mine.
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