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touch of painted curls
thoughts 
23rd-Mar-2004 02:58 am
dragons
like a day so lazily shifts
our roots grow deep,
seduction, note by note
wait for the beat
the tick tick of the breastbones
and you suck slowly at a straw
like the hairs hover thin
red meat, white, eat everything.
quiver and tremble
too far gone to stop
the slow drip from her lips
as she tries to breathe



the trance grows deeper,
soft and warm, seeping
remember how to move
when the hands come hold you down



I feel every whisper on my skin
as we touch, waiting so long
thoughts like sticky maple
so thick in your lungs
senses held hostage
she throws her cloak
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