slav3r

so the care is used to and it's mine all mime with the laugh and smile if I didn't I'd die right here tomorrow without sight or sound is quiet and dark and it feels so good to be held again warm again with mine eyes closed and your hair in my mouth with your back to me and you hold me closed held me close and it's all and it's there and I want it again and again and again to this night and I gain nothing in it but you and I in the dark under cover from lights that aren't used to my eyes close against you and your back to me with your hair in my mouth held me closed hold me close.

neon permafrost coated senses bloated desires of state sanctuary slips down the stair into bright white night she sings songs of yesterday when she knew them aloud fiber braided cornrows follow in whisps at her throat down in the brights under dancing pixel screens eyes of familliar faces stare blank through polymer hedgerows keep watch on the perepherie catching the detrious of life liquid landfills longing finger biting shakes hunger and need commerce and sleep pale acrid vapor clouds creep along the mesa dance across the edge of smell and texture polaroid monochrome led sunshine mirco climates sweat and dis-ea

I hate wanting you I hate thinking of you when I can't get you out of my head in that dark swirling mass confusion derision and combustion the kiss I've never known the hands I've never felt the eyes that drill my skin through begging pleading and love filled malice at once what do you say when it's all balled around the thought of a song in the back of your head and the wind and the sounds of the blood in your ears pounds out the sound of a voice you don't know whispers I want and I lust and I hate and I think that I'm just shaking apart just the same as the start of your hips makes that much more...shuddering and all