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Oct 20, 2009 21:53

Lust

Looking in your old, green eyes,
my name can be forgotten, ´cause you know.
Your fingers play the melody of angels
on my souls and flesh, make me let go.

Make me swim in chaos, which is your song,
let me be weak and let me stay strong.
My eyes are lifted to the light of the stars,
which floods all my souls with wonder

and sweet inspiration riding my blood,
filling my gut
with lust.

poetry, sex

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