. the wind that shakes the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world weary flesh .
a few things I wrote in the past countless sleep depraved hours...
. stripped .
. 12:01 am . 4 . 16 . 01 .
. by me .
come to me... dead winters frothy intoxication
peel my skin to reveal sinister sighs
feel you tongueing my quivering thighs
a sigh
a smirk
no patience
FUCK ME
have me as your own!
thrown limbs about
our lacing sweat and bone
we hide behind cold doors
and you slam my wrists above me
your hands pierce my being
sleep never comes when the hours tick your voice back into my mind
echoes of your breathing
echoes of your wills and wants
your words pynquely taunt
tease
peruse and haunt
want to feel the flesh with the warmth I haven't the words to gather expression for
pictures ... an image
my back against warm heaving matress'
and my arms flung over your shoulders
my nipples against your chest
my eyes, I close, more, I think..
..the room around us..
boomcrashpowclink
. last summer .
The clouds came and left...saw no reason to cover my body.
. stripped .
. 12:01 am . 4 . 16 . 01 .
. by me .
come to me... dead winters frothy intoxication
peel my skin to reveal sinister sighs
feel you tongueing my quivering thighs
a sigh
a smirk
no patience
FUCK ME
have me as your own!
thrown limbs about
our lacing sweat and bone
we hide behind cold doors
and you slam my wrists above me
your hands pierce my being
sleep never comes when the hours tick your voice back into my mind
echoes of your breathing
echoes of your wills and wants
your words pynquely taunt
tease
peruse and haunt
want to feel the flesh with the warmth I haven't the words to gather expression for
pictures ... an image
my back against warm heaving matress'
and my arms flung over your shoulders
my nipples against your chest
my eyes, I close, more, I think..
..the room around us..
boomcrashpowclink
. last summer .
The clouds came and left...saw no reason to cover my body.