By ZoE
Date: 30 August 2000
Galaxies
I tangle myself in dreams of making love to you
but making love is too gentle a word
I want to fuck you until your throat rises
to your head
bulges
with insanity
I want to seduce you
like a warrior woman
breats slithering like eels
set free from the ocean
your breathe in strokes on my neck
balmy
the air is cool outside
blowing over us
in our little canapy bed
or the hammock just outside
swing-swing to the side
and you know I will
fuck you until you bite your lip, bleeding
exagerate my indecency
I will not be fast
I will let you explore
the world inside
a fleeting moment I push you
to another galaxy
gusts of air escape
you sigh
and we slide from the bed
to the floor
it is a moment escaped from the world we see
in the morning
when you put on your jeans
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