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Very thrown together; just like you.
Contributed by
meadcomposition
on
Saturday, 2nd February 2008 @ 10:48:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Has my life really become
being afraid of the only person who I'll let touch me?
It started out a game; it always starts that way.
"I'll win this time," first with your nefarious/amiable smile,
soonafter accompanied by your soul, jerkily, harshly (you wanted me) trying to mix with mine..
A recipe for my ashamed/frightened/uncertain
"stop"
You didn't think I meant it.
So your mouth to my neck, hot air, hot enough to make me float away-
fists hold me down
I can't see your face, you won't look at me-
The air, I can't feel it, but it's thick, and all around me.
Your lust is not wanting to be lonely..and mine is fearing being left alone.
You wouldn't stop,
until I started shaking.
I held you (I don't want it)
you held me (I'm sorry)
I'm sorry, for once, I was afraid of something I'd done a thousand times.
but I was afraid, you wouldn't stop.
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meadcomposition
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2008-02-02 10:48:37] (Date/Time posted on
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