Take me up and swallow me whole
Wrap me up in your arms and make it disappear
All of the tears will fade,
And rise back into my eyes.
You grabbing my bodice tightly
Burshing your fingers through the strands of gold saturated from the falling drops of ectasy
The tingles coming down our spines
Following the unknown trail of hands
Sheets of sweat coated with cologne.
Our body heat rising, temperatures too hot
Too far to handle, too out of control,
Too taken by you.

05/23/2003

Posted on 06/06/2003
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