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Jun 06, 2007
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Stage 1(rough rough rough draft)
Be rough with me
Cut fingers that strip away fleshes idenity
and…. come with me
come to an abyss of oblivion
where my
pulsating, purple, lip convulses
into crescents of forgotten yesterdays
moonlit tomorrows
and stars that twinkle in a blink
So
Be rough with me
Cut fingers that strip away fleshes idenity and
just
breathe with me
exhale inhibitions that resatrain freedoms liberty
see love isn’t acrimonious but sweet
so embrace it
and learn to appreciate its versaility:
how it molds flesh into intimacy
sculpts hands into doves that speak not of war but peace
shaped bridges into a V
So be rough with me
cut fingers that strip away fleshes identity and just
……
be with me
Comments
Conect11
18 years 11 months ago
rough...
Word
18 years 11 months ago
Hey
Conect11
18 years 11 months ago
destructive criticism, at your service!
weirdelf
18 years 11 months ago
Don’t want to give any
Word
18 years 11 months ago
Hey
Word
18 years 11 months ago
Thanks
IcePrincess
18 years 11 months ago
Just the way it is