moisture forming behind closed doors
By aiwaz
if i sit still all will pass beyond me move me or move right through but let me move with you tonight. let me feel yr breath in my ear spill yr blood in whispers trace yr heart with yr tongue on my palm let me taste the sweat of yr fear. hold me when the dark comes howling. boiling suck of molten sex lava virgin volcano slave priestess of fire breath sacrifice yrself to me. come to me naked and pure lie down before me like a new world to conquor and burn. come to me yr body is not yr own it lies here sanctified by painted charms of blood and cum. come to me yr secrets are my prayers yr curses are the holy rhymes kneel for me the fire of yr body trembling are the psalms of yr ressurection. burn for me cry out like a whores choir beg for yr impalement desire redemption by fire. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:14 AM PST 0 • 16
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"if i sit still..."