exquisite

my mind's wandering
i savor the passion that your torture brings
my breath's quickening
inhaling the perfume of my sweet sin
i dance on your grave
i pray i am the one that you choose to save
my fingers quiver
dry mouth silkening my boy you are drinking from my river.

it's just a little love song
just to tell you that
i'm coming over you, darling
just a little love song
just to ask you what you want me to do to you:

my mouth is aware
kisses harden with my fresh despair
my sick wonderment
in love with you and your cruel torment
petals of my rose
wetten within as my pulse, it slows
my head, it pounds
my boy, my ache,
i can't wait for you to watch me writhe around:

it's just a little love song
just to tell you that
i'm coming over you, darling
it's just a little love song
now i ask you what you want me to do to you:

Bif is rad.

I like comments. Since I like comments and you guys leave me comments, I can only conclude that you guys are splendid.

My best friend thinks that I need to stop looking up the definitions of random words as a "hobby". I told her plain and simple; "Heck no, I will not." Dictionaries and Thesauruses need friends too.

I have a big fluffy Santa hat on. Unfortunately no one has mistaken me for that jolly Christmas related fellow. YET.

I'm going to "participate" (participate being my mom's wording) in family activities for no more than one hour tomorrow. I plan on sticking to that timeframe quite forcefully. The purpose of my brief attendance at the gatherings shall strictly be to deliver gifts to members of the ol' family. See, I am like Santa!

Okay I'm off to get creative. I have this lame habit of making my own Christmas cards for people.

Yeah.