sweethearts rest on my tounge.
lips carress my lips.
bodies so close, so warm
within each others grips.
and the world drifts away
and the carpet pads us.
the phantom musings
the subtle undoing.
the hidden meanings
it's like a pleasent rape.
nothing happens-
yet i escape my own mind
my own thoughts.
i am hers,
am i not?

her will is my world now.

02/09/2003

Posted on 02/09/2003
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