alienaesthetic
Jan 27, 2015 00:03
Give me your anger
I want to feel it hard, naked and wet
Like a ships wooden hull
Slamming against my soft body
Only you can give me the ache that I crave
Rain down on me
As the wave of passion washes over us
Swallowing us whole, bodies
You think you are abusing me
But my spirit triumphantly delights
Foaming vehemently
And without regards to
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alienaesthetic
Nov 23, 2007 11:12
I only made you up..to hurt myself
You are my beautiful mirage. I love you. I hold you as the cactus thorns tear my skin.
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