disquiet me
there's something disquieting about the way you say my name sometimes how can a single word have so much power to almost drown in the cycling reminiscence of your voice as I am stuck in the mid-world between consciousness and slumber echoing through my body - recollections of your fingertips brushing over me and manipulating various sensations - once again my flesh made to swelter out breathing into my ear - transposing your passion to me through your inaudible language when your eyes say as much as your breath may Written July 27th, 2001 © on Jul 27 2001 03:33 PM PST 0 • 10
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"there's something disquieting about the way you say my name sometimes..."