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January 31, 2005

Muted Worm

Laying down together
Watching the ceiling
Your arm under my head,
Our bodies heaving in unison

You turn, kissing me
On my neck, and keep
Your face there
So I can feel your breath

I turn to you
Trying to fit my head
On your chest
Fleeting the wet spot
As I hang on you, careless
I reach down, and hold your sex
The muted worm, fleeting in its skin
You are falling sleep,
And I am content

Posted by Idinraha at January 31, 2005 04:37 PM

Comments

From mutated to muted... it sure drains you...


I'm feeling speechless ;-)

Posted by: cycho [TypeKey Profile Page] at February 5, 2005 12:16 AM

yesssss

Posted by: Fereydoon at February 6, 2005 12:14 AM

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