Keep the red light on
It tickles my skin
Naked and glowing
I’m hungry
Waiting to be fed by language
Words never meant for the dinner table
Eating up your red light language
Whispering licks, pulls, scratches, and sucks
Rough hands keep me heated
As our language and bodies become more criminal like
It’s the nights when we don’t make love sweet and slow
But when we are hungry for lust
And the scratches show

04/25/2005

Author's Note: Ok I worked on it again.... not sure if it is done either.... we will see

Posted on 04/26/2005
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