Marionettes and Puppetstrings
onsdag den 20. februar 2013
I found what I needed
Right beneath my skin
I found what I wanted
In the folds of his neck
I found my darkest secret
Just below her waist
I found what I wished for
Down the road
søndag den 10. februar 2013
I go by his scent, and the aura of his being
to locate his soft skin in my sleep
I am attracted to him like a moth to a light
but only because he keeps me alive in a matter no one seems to grasp
His breath is my breathing
his heartbeat is mine as well.
He fascinates me
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