Our Becoming
By royalorange
apprehension foul mouth drooling dark clouds burst with lightning laughs overcast of indecent thoughts aching humidity fogs the glass forming vibrating an in and out reaction nails bite my flesh to make this moment last glisten listen teeth sever your vocal cords kiss me silent in no time my screams will follow drink from my veins bite down so you dont swallow your glory is my pain your tongue to night will dig me hollow pull grip this hair sweeping bind it round my neck like a noose the ivory tones violet across the floors of her slippery back never, ever cut me loose violate and worship break this lock on my door enter these walls that cover leave me pleading for more penetrate the hole in the powers begging begging for our becoming deadly to the deadliest of lust i will always come to you running Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 06:30 AM PST 0 • 1
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