Monday, August 2, 2010

You see through sparkling slut dust
Artificial radiance
Resting on their peachy skin
Moist from action
Even still
Your will bends with my smile
As I beckon you with my eyes
Warm you with my cheeks
Love you with my lips
As I stand there
Open-eyed
Trying to recall
How it all began

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