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I hope someday
some kid has to write an essay about me,
and bullshits it at the last minute.
some kid has to write an essay about me,
and bullshits it at the last minute.
Literature
-Love- Sexual
Press your mouth
Hard
Onto mine
Tonight
I don't care who I am
Only who I'm with
And I need
To be
With you
Just hold me now
Entwine your fingers
In my hair
And let your gliding hands
Whisper all the secrets
You will never tell me
Push me down
And keep me here
I'd rather suffocate
Under your weight
Than ever come up
For air
Again
Let me feel your skin
On mine
Ignoring the rising heat
Because I'm so lost
In your eyes
In the passion
That becomes us
I only want
To feel you
Because togetherness
Is what I crave tonight
To hold you close and
Make tangible our Love
So push yourself
Deep within me
And touch me
So s
Literature
Touch
I am waiting...
For you...
I am wanting...
Only you...
I am dreaming...
Of you...
And I only want to be touched...
By you...
Touch me once,
Then touch me again
A little human contact,
Can never be a sin
I look over my shoulder,
Waiting for you to begin
I need you to touch me,
And I never want it to end...
I am hoping...
That it is you...
A fantasy, come to life...
You are so true...
Your beauty...
Is taking my breath away...
I want to touch...
Only you...
Touch you once,
Then I'll touch you again
A little human contact,
Can never be a sin
I look over my shoulder,
Waiting for you to begin
I need you to touch me,
Literature
Miss You.
I only miss you A little you could say
A little too much
A little too often and
A little more Everyday
When they told me you were gone
It was all I could do to keep trying to hold on
Without you there to catch me, it was too hard
I let go and fell, and it tore me apart
These arms that once embraced yours
Are now covered in bruises and sores
Without you here to protect me
I am nothing anymore.
These hands you used to hold
Have been getting very cold
Without you here to protect me
Im all alone.
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Mmmm. More ramblings.
Poetic desire!
To be known to the point of obligation upon an unwilling generation!
Revenge, perhaps?
Poetic desire!
To be known to the point of obligation upon an unwilling generation!
Revenge, perhaps?
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