Addictions
Mon, 1 Jun 2009 at 05:59pm
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1
It takes just four minutes to make you.
You are as dark as newborn’s pupils,
and I take you black,
as you should be,
undisturbed my milk and sugar.
You soothe me,
with bitter velvet fingers
that alight my mind
and wake my senses.
2
How evil you are.
But all is forgotten when you strike my lips
to fill my lungs with cotton silk.
You press my shoulders free
and vibrate my eyes
until you spill from my mouth like a whisper
and ecstasy is achieved.
3
You alter me, change my perspective like a new set of eyes.
You let me cease control,
and let loose my inhibitions that shackle me to reason,
sway into a stupor
until speech is a passerby,
tutting at my slouching grip on reality.
4
You are the person.
and when we meet for 1,
or when you chastise me for 2,
or when we consume too much of 3,
we always end up here,
at 4.
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themilkman
2009-06-02
This is cute, I like it a lot.
burning_sands
2010-05-26
seduction... in as many words...