Nov 2, 2011

Confessions Of Guilt

My confessions of guilt
I enthrall them around your world
the lure of adulteress occasions
like goose bumps necking my spine

flakes entering crystal imagination
the storage of deep feelings
in lukewarm gushing
and spilled strobe light

this is our happiness
the pleasure sought in alluring eyes
knots of adoration in pleasing validity
forming over seductive cusp

I hangover before dawn's break
falling asleep between lost virginity
listening to wet peachy cream
as I ingest our intimate essence


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