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Watching Her Dreams
written by darkness_follows_me08:41 PM 3/1/05Sticky in the tangle of limbs,
lying too alive in the crack
between bed and wall,
elbow in back.
Her breaths butterfly wingbeats,
spidery lashes flutter the
night's wishes and passions
past her eyes.
Full lips parted, a bit of crust
on the corner; sweet
Jesus we sweat.
She shifts with "Hardly
a fair shake" and I
wonder who she
dreams of.
If I stop thought I'll
sleep. The effort
awakens me.
It's day; the sun rose
in an eyeblink.
She shifts- asked,
says she didn't dream. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Deathcrush (3-1-2005 - 10:44 PM)
| this very much reminds me of masturbation although im not sure if it pertains to that, but its good i lik your work |
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