Saturday, April 28, 2012

What manner of fuckery is this???

I miss you Desperately I long for the touch Your lips against mine I dream of us locked In a rhythm of passion Struggle to remove you From my thoughts When you touch me I taste colors Sweet blues Sour blacks And salty whites You dance on my tongue Like golden cavair Rare and exotic I close my eyes And savor you For as long as I can Before I'm force to swallow After I'm left famished And saddened again My soul aches at our parting Your neglect of me Of my feelings My wants And needs Is not only heart breaking But Devastating And confusing Like I was imaging You wanting me And the kisses and moments We shared were mere figments Of my imagination I am not whole Without you My only question is What manner of fuckery is this

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