It's dark outside, and your pins are dropping.
it's too loud- too loud
I've told you.
The matches smell like you. Smokey and hot,
too soft.
just let me hold you and be safe.
My skin knows your touch.
I swear it knows the print.
goose bumps rise and ripple
for you.
Smooth calluses on my hips-
swaying back and forth.
freckles being traced, connected,
like
stars.
We're like the circus-- you and I.
swirling, twirling.
Until the lights are off and the tent decays.
still our magic won't fade.
Your lips, the ridges,
I sear, I know each one.
my neck can't swoon, but I'm sure
it's
tried.
It's dark outside, and my heart is beating, rebounding
off yours.
it's too loud- too loud.
I've told you.
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me likey.
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~~I'm a bitch, everyone knows that~~
~~~~~~~~This one bites~~~~~~~~
---------------Sadistic.x.Angel---------------
I'm glad you likey.
thank you.
:]
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why, team Emmet of course.
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~~I'm a bitch, everyone knows that~~
~~~~~~~~This one bites~~~~~~~~
---------------Sadistic.x.Angel---------------
swaying back and forth.
freckles being traced, connected,
like
stars."
squeeee!
I fail when it comes to advance critique, too.
now? now you write lots more like this yuppppp.
--
You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
I do hope I'll be able to crank some more out.
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why, team Emmet of course.
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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You're not here to dictate your life to someone else. You write your own story. WRITE IT. Live it. Love it.
even though I wrote this a while ago, it still makes me smile.
:]
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why, team Emmet of course.
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