she lies beside meconfusion overwhelms
eyes shut in peace
entirely a different realm
limpid stillness
her perfect face
her almond shut eyes;
my fingers trace
the touch of love
its forbidden sweet taste
inept to all that should be
killing all haste
skin as smooth as silk
smell so blue and red
a frolicsome lick
a week in bed
i quiver in deep thought
she loses her tranquil
she slips it in
i feel, i feel
the warmth from within
embraces my deepest;
ours, a vengeful sin
a sapphic curse
- anonymous
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there is no point in loving anymore. i have not given up on you, on her, or on him. i haven't given up on myself or love. i have given up on feeling. this is the final call.
p/s: you cannot say you love me if you do not know me at all.
i thought and wondered at 9:28 AM
