Your name in bright lights
The disenchanted pornograhic wit of one who's lost murmurs in my head "her lips were pink, full, curved..." but her eyes they were terrified "her breasts were pink full curved" her body shivered when I touched it, cold and lonely for lack of passionless warmth where in my heart does this desire come from? what chasm cries out for a body tobelostin to be found in to make love to? eyes filled with longing with lust whisper in my mind SCREAMS of rancid beauty "taste her and be whole" "fill her and be whole" and apples red as gold does glow fall like cherries from the sky-what part of your heart does desire come from? Written April 1st, 2002 © on Aug 02 2002 07:35 AM PST, Jeremy M Olson 0 • 10
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"The disenchanted..."