a dream, of, evolution

weepingly so sighing i sit pouting, child, wanting it to go away to be my way, wishing it was doggie's day, sighingly so weeping i wait for nothing more than a notice of eyes grow long and shadows pale from underneath the fluorescent and concrete as we walk circles around circles, walking orbits into the graveyards. eyes wet with wonder and washing-drowned blink rapidly, hiding selves from wedding gowns. show me what you're wearing underneath show me where my hands can only see this fit of fancy, sin on skin and sliding down to brush the edge of imagination, the hint of slipping i just need this hand, a grasp to clutch and grope my plans with, making more of mountain hills than making moles the moment kills. a hug, a touch, i never breathe, i suffocate without your leave, and this ridiculous engulfs my logic running down my pulse. show me what you've got in there, show me with your open skin, your powder flesh as soft and fresh as any silk could have impressed, show me where you want my touch, i need to see you need so much, i'm drifting too deep down to see... i want to see you needing me. i cup my hand against your ass ice cold and smooth and soft, i grasp it... this is fancy in a touch, beauty in the fighter's punch. this emotion burdens me and i could never set you free, and maybe that's the problem here, but you and i both know this fate, the tighter grasp the harder fake the longer in the sack we take, the more we want the more we dine, this growth is sugar down my spine... just relax and let it run... don't force this tension, sweat and cum. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 07:15 PM PST   0 • 18 • 16