Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Sleep With Me

A pink dusting rising from my chest to my neck
I rode a sore red wave
that carried me to such pleasure I sobbed

When I could no longer breathe
and the blood was black in front of my eyes
my body understood ecstasy
and I cried out
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3 comments:

  1. AddDecember 28, 2010 at 12:39 AM

    You make me think of Laura again...

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  2. ChaosmApril 9, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    And the ceiling flew away. And the walls fell down. And the bed floated then sank.
    As we swam and drowned in the rise and ebb of the tide of sweet orgasm.

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  3. LauraJune 9, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    Chaosm - Beautiful :)

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