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TUESDAY, APRIL 6, 2010

Short and Sweet

Short and sweet is this wonderful addiction.


Your lips are like honey on my tongue
your fingers explore the curvature of my body
a feeling that makes me numb.
Your lips leave mine and caress my neck
your breath is as warm as the sun.
The chills run down my spine as the addiction
robs me of my fun
your movements become harsh gestures
and suddenly my heart begins to run
you want it you need it you crave it
a monster is what you've become.
You silence my cries with the sound of a gun
and the thirst of the addiction is satisfied
as my blood...
spills and runs.

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