I remember you saying
I was perfect.
In satin, in taffeta
in tulle and
my corestry....

The walls were so white.

You
fell into my arms.....
you said you'd never been....

Oh, you said you never been
to the bright side where
I am..
to the inside of my skin,
under all the nerves
and
viens and lies.....
the flesh on the
inside of my thighs
inviting you in..

And did you know
you taste like
stars
in gin?

cinnamin...
vanilla

your sweetness is killer


you taste so soft in my mouth,
like your fingers
touching
traces
and fractions of inches
every
single
flame
scorches my skin....

09/21/2001

Posted on 09/21/2001
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