Pretty winter nights calling too me in those dark moments of slumber.
Sing song voice, bones visible,
she dances over, grants me overwhelming distant visions of whole body sensation.
Skin tight clothing.
I wasn't enough then.
how is it now that i feel such a sense of satisfaction?
Truth it,
Hours of full body damage, don't help.
Lying in bed, wishing you didn't.
Punishing for simple human tendencies,
hoping it all too dissolve.
Craving those days of nothing.
It waters my mouth thinking about it all.
Sweet taste of peppermint,
Orange tea with honey.
Warm, helping my body.
Watching legs, hips.
Measuring.
Thin spoons always go on trips for emergencies.
Sometimes, i want her to find me,
and cradle my skin.
Take over my life.
Then I realize,
I'm happier now,
and i know better.
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