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I’ve gotta go home and clean, you say. Clean my scent from your sheets, I want to tell you *Come closer, baby, Untangle my limbs and caress me down, orchestrate my symphonies. Didn’t you see the stars, too?* I remember your breath all over me and how I tasted my very existence within it. I remember seeing infinity in the golden hazel of your eyes, those **** bedroom eyes, soothing me past my boundaries, hands pushing past my hipbones and into my infinity. And I want to tell you that I still taste your lips on my tongue and I still feel your teeth grazing my skin but I don’t tell you any of these things. I look you dead in the eye those bedroom eyes, boring into mine. I wonder if you’re playing back the scene you moving over me and I say, Okay. Our whole existence narrowed into one word and in that moment I think I hate you but the thought of your hands on me still makes my sun rise each day and I wonder if maybe I love you in spite of all the things telling me not to.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Boundaries
I’ve gotta go home and clean, you say. Clean my scent from your sheets, I want to tell you *Come closer, baby, Untangle my limbs and caress me down, orchestrate my symphonies. Didn’t you see the stars, too?* I remember your breath all over me and how I tasted my very existence within it. I remember seeing infinity in the golden hazel of your eyes, those **** bedroom eyes, soothing me past my boundaries, hands pushing past my hipbones and into my infinity. And I want to tell you that I still taste your lips on my tongue and I still feel your teeth grazing my skin but I don’t tell you any of these things. I look you dead in the eye those bedroom eyes, boring into mine. I wonder if you’re playing back the scene you moving over me and I say, Okay. Our whole existence narrowed into one word and in that moment I think I hate you but the thought of your hands on me still makes my sun rise each day and I wonder if maybe I love you in spite of all the things telling me not to.
Just something I kind of threw on paper.  Hope ya like it.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
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