Rinvata
Creative Hedonism
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2010
- Posts
- 6
I want to throw the splotched and scribbled pages of everything I’ve ever written at
you
laying naked and vulnerable in bed
covered, not well, by a sheet
waiting for me to take you
I stand at the foot of your bed while you are fucked by each word
every letter a bead of sweat as you absently caress your breast with my paper
I see your tousled hair, hear your ragged breath, feel your timid fear
You laugh and gasp at the rage and sweetness
Intensely lost in the time I was destroyed
Vacantly present in the place I found god
Thundering waves crash on the arched alliteration of your back
Gasping and grasping as my pen pulls your hair and my ink kisses your neck
You will lounge contentedly
mascararunninglipsticksmeered just so
on top of my paper heart
begging me to make it real
And I will walk, trembling, out the door
I can never fuck you as well as my words
But halfway down the hall
halfway to the car
halfway down the road
halfway home
I’ll turn around and do it anyway.
you
laying naked and vulnerable in bed
covered, not well, by a sheet
waiting for me to take you
I stand at the foot of your bed while you are fucked by each word
every letter a bead of sweat as you absently caress your breast with my paper
I see your tousled hair, hear your ragged breath, feel your timid fear
You laugh and gasp at the rage and sweetness
Intensely lost in the time I was destroyed
Vacantly present in the place I found god
Thundering waves crash on the arched alliteration of your back
Gasping and grasping as my pen pulls your hair and my ink kisses your neck
You will lounge contentedly
mascararunninglipsticksmeered just so
on top of my paper heart
begging me to make it real
And I will walk, trembling, out the door
I can never fuck you as well as my words
But halfway down the hall
halfway to the car
halfway down the road
halfway home
I’ll turn around and do it anyway.
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