Feather of Tentacles
You whisper
and I shiver
at your touch, you
think you're
using me
because I smash
myself willingly
into your arms.
Again a burning
forehead and a parching
tongue. You think
that I am
the naive one
but I am
not. Your arms
welcoming
your lips seem
sweet, but
it's the distraction
of your kiss
needed by me
that seems to make
me so complete for
just one split
second in this
infinity of time.
And I tell you
that I'm
fine. I speak the
same old lie
and am disgusted
by your smile.
and I shiver
at your touch, you
think you're
using me
because I smash
myself willingly
into your arms.
Again a burning
forehead and a parching
tongue. You think
that I am
the naive one
but I am
not. Your arms
welcoming
your lips seem
sweet, but
it's the distraction
of your kiss
needed by me
that seems to make
me so complete for
just one split
second in this
infinity of time.
And I tell you
that I'm
fine. I speak the
same old lie
and am disgusted
by your smile.
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| Auteur: Ceridwen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 februari 2013 | ||
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