Sunday, September 14, 2008

This Could Be Bad

You're breaking the silence
and waking the beast
Making it hungry
... then letting it feast

Your mouth as it lingered
Your body, your skin
I was lost in the tingling
You were drinking me in

Follow me after
You've fallen some more
We'll wallow in laughter
We'll throw out the score

Circles of spoken
and Unspoken notions
I feel like I'm floating
Adrift in your ocean

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