P- Aquabatics
By ouapa
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
- 527 reads
One more time your tender caresses
Will be the surface I
can cuddle
Through someone else's dream
For tonight
I'm hiding in my guts
Like a pain of desire for other
things
Not love,
So I have no appetite to feel
lucky
Or change this fate,
I only miss my bitter
luck
And her cold breath
Moving from under the carpet
of my room
Like a spider
And climbing up on
my neck,
A special bubble in my blood,
First tingling
my senses,
With her jerking aquabatics,
And then
showing me
What Death is for.
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