I want to bring my lips to this fire, to this heat, this flame that burns ceaselessly between the crook in your elbow, between the shadow residing behind your ear and the space where your hair begins to grow. I want the impression of your teeth deep, deep, deep, cavernous, below the surface. "Bite my shoulder," I say, and you soften. You relent and let me take you. And I can see it all. And I can feel it all. And I can, I can, I can go on all night--- with you. I can go around the world and back for you. I can jump through hoops, flaming hoops, emerging singed, but unaware, oblivious to peeling flesh, to pain, to heat that is not yours.
I want much more than this.
I want much more than this.
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it was one night...one encounter
i bind my time
for society's design
replaying the sexaul path
over and over in my mind
accepting the design
the game
i plan my attack
the goal
is the moment
the moment i can't have
without you