TimeTimeTime
familiar are the positions
my fingers take against
your sleek skin
Memorable sounds, not yet voices flood my ears caressng the neck's slender beauty
as i wait for the moment
that the rush is over
twirling the curls
tangled within my fingers the unforgettable, familiar feeling again and over again
breath increases as time passes the heart pulsing at every tone.
your voice overthrows my
ihinbition
i breath an d rest
the neck on mine the feel sending chills up my spine
PerfectionPerfectionPerfection
The mind is a powerful part Of the body that feels it is in Control.
The heart weakens with time Realizing its loss if its Control.
It screams “yes!” Bellows loudly “no!” Compromise is not an option.
The image of perfection
Paralyses the mind That stuns the heart There’s no trace of time
The gut cries out in pure agony
You shut the door and leave it
Alone.
To fit, to work in perfection
Your fingers crawl down your
Throat
Surfacing betrayal to your mind
in civicsssss
--
they rushed to talk
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~ alone in a crowd ~
--
they rushed to talk
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they rushed to talk
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