Your legs are open vividly.
Your thighs still lie spread needing it.
You’re waiting for ***********
With desperate anticipation
To anxiously end temptation
In warm blood, cold sweat, more sleek ***
And bruises, scratches, rashes, lust.
My legs are standing parallel.
My feet flat grounded wanting it.
I’m waiting for that enchantment
With nothing but hopeful patience
To finally end loneliness
In warm sweat, cold tears, more sleek blood;
And bruises, slashes, deep wounds, love.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
Your legs are open vividly.
Your thighs still lie spread needing it.
You’re waiting for ***********
With desperate anticipation
To anxiously end temptation
In warm blood, cold sweat, more sleek ***
And bruises, scratches, rashes, lust.
My legs are standing parallel.
My feet flat grounded wanting it.
I’m waiting for that enchantment
With nothing but hopeful patience
To finally end loneliness
In warm sweat, cold tears, more sleek blood;
And bruises, slashes, deep wounds, love.
