Savory to the taste
Full. Your touches
Are filling me too quickly.
Too much matter
For too little will.
Were it not for leaking,
I wouldn’t ever be left wanting.
Searching out something in the other
I am left intoxicated
For lack of another word.
Sickening myself put driven on.
Cutting back emotion
Demons come hunting
I fight back with teeth and nails.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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Rawr! You could be my sex kitten any day.
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