eric, those laden lines in that last paragraph...so beautifully written.
there is something starting, and i don't know why. a cozy mess in the living room where my legs wrap your thighs. a little confusion left behind the love seat where we fell. your hair flows into my mouth as my lungs gasp softly for air, but i don't mind tonight. i do not mind you grabbing my back or feeling my scars. every word and strong moan from your smooth cage encourages a beast i know lives inside me. a beast that i hate. a beast that i need dead. a demon that ruins my soft head. after i release after my body bursts and your soul is secondary for the millionth time, we fall asleep. you lay thinking there is never enough pleasure given. i lay thinking there is no one that could complete me more. knowing in the very back of my mind that this relation will not end clean or without mystery. |
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