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By annaswirls Date: 2004 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.20.20.15.17221]] |
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~ You mark my zip code in your book of never now, keep an eye on my weather map as if you give me my sunny day got my coordinates wired up, lets pretend we exist Nothing more real than crawling on the floor moaning for a lover who is not there splintered knees begging into empty plastic skin string tied tight moving arms legs mouth tongue right to that spot That spot, goddamn baby how did you know it would be so damn easy Got me sitting on my hands begging to a god that does not wish to be present for such a scene then you come sweet love coat me with that thick sugar back of the throat and I slide into that place leaning against metal in the middle of the night to hold my hand in a sweet knuckle kiss ~ |