By ZoE
Date: 27 August 1998

lOnGiNg

his warm cherry lips
i'd run for miles to escape my tortorous pleasure
i'd keep his picture
if i had a frame
instead like a whore i carry it in my eclipse filled mind
i want him to rock my broken pieces
walking by a porcelin row
i want him to touch me with honey
as i fly my wings stick
what do you say i hold you close before i fly  away for you i cotton my 
trips
for you
i'll empty lust
as passion i'd release my empty thoughts as ripe as your mouth
my candy crushed drug
i'd throw away forever for one
so how's the taste of her sex without the sweet sour taste of imperfection
apon rusted lies without sense
senseless love
but love is your almost taste
i make every attempt to touch my tounge to your anywhere
i want you to sweet rain on me
sweet tarts crush as no amount to how much i need to be released from this
longing