None of Us
By CarlIVPoetry
Good guessing Drop clues on an upheld heart detection to the smell of passion dropping drips of holy saliva upon your breast Like a dog in heat I pant to the temptations of sex or temperature? a hole in my sock, a hole in your head thick fingers slip inside my chest disbelief in these split ribs forever doubting your intensity the true rank of bliss the false standing of love wishing to fall... she aches for none of us. Leaving this tall man leaning... Against a short poll. Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 04:10 PM PST 0 • 1
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