Apr 26, 2009 20:10
tap, tap, tapping of my fingers on the board and here we go into the unsecured caves of my mind. blood flows through them and ripples down the corridor like the bumps on my skin after your finger grazes it. i miss your scent already, I'm sorry I couldn't let you fuck me too hard, I knew a prince once, not one of lightness but one of fire and genius, and he held a knife to my throat and said "Darlin, if anyone else gets inside of you the way that I did tonight, a beetle will run through their veins. You'll have fun watching them die"
So we moved slightly, I felt you though. I felt you.