pushit
By Autotomy
your hands move like shadows... wandering over my body the sensation of fear starts... it enters my mind a thousand times a second I am terrified you ready yourself to pounce... when opportunity rears its ugly head primitive feelings come over me run away! hide! this is too much for you... If you stay, you will die yet I stay with you reasons why are unknown to me... why I stay with you terrified... of what may come you have alot of nothing to say I hang off every word anticipating... awaiting... hopeing.. that the truth will come forth from your mind and the mystery of you will be solved Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 12:29 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"your hands move like shadows......"