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Click hereWhile beggars queuing up with bunch of roses
begging for a body that would decay one day
I need
one dark red rose from you
that ugly dark red rose
yet so mysterious
to live eternally...
I am thirsty for your love
Ah! can not resist this thirst.
I need
dark blood comes out from your heart
to create the orgasmic fountain of passion
to quench my soul...
I said I need, I don't want
Words , I am ashamed
for their incapacity
for their selfish lackness
to express what I have for you
Knowing it would not come to me easily
I run towards you at the speed of a galloping horse, lustily
to kiss your pink lips,
suck your tongue
feel the the breath stored in your lungs
then penetrated by you
I need your sex planted like a knife in my body
slitting my organs little by little
internal bleeding, I love the pain
I want you to climb up, so up inside me
slowly, slowly, slowly
till I feel full, till I cannot breath
your sex swirling around deep inside me
like a cyclone at its climax...
You opened up my new heart
just below there
Breaking in to my virginity that never existed!
I just wanted to say
Mon amour
I am all open for you...
A need for passion to be expressed and shared. Not having to keep it lost inside. A need for the touch of a lover.
unquenchable thirst and desire, lighting a fire so quickly ignited. I can feel the need and want in this.
Words are just selfish idiots, full of sound & fury signifying nothing....
Lots of passion and honesty felt on this one. Oh those words, when they are not enough, what next, what can carry feelings to those who wish to hear.