January 19, 2007
winnieking
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Well I held you like a lover:
Happy hands
And your elbow in the appropriate place.
And we ignored our others:
Happy plans
With a delicate look upon your face.
Our bodies moved and hardened:
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place
Where no one knows
What we have done.
Do you cum?
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover:
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place.
And we use cushions to cover:
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our minds pressed and guarded:
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space
For the light-hearted
In the boom
That beats our drum.
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
Without me?
If so: be free.
If not: leave him for me.
Before one of us has accidental babies.
For We are in love.
Do you cum?
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?
Happy hands
And your elbow in the appropriate place.
And we ignored our others:
Happy plans
With a delicate look upon your face.
Our bodies moved and hardened:
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place
Where no one knows
What we have done.
Do you cum?
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover:
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place.
And we use cushions to cover:
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our minds pressed and guarded:
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space
For the light-hearted
In the boom
That beats our drum.
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
Without me?
If so: be free.
If not: leave him for me.
Before one of us has accidental babies.
For We are in love.
Do you cum?
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?
