Sunday, August 27, 2006
FORCE OF WILL
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When i trace the outlines of your face
when i stroke back your silky hair
and i feel the warmth of your breath on my cheek
i think to myself: I AM EVIL.
When i pass my lips across your neck
my finger sketching circles upon your skin
you close your eyes and hold me close
i know that I AM EVIL.
When you clutch my hair and open yourself
i am drawn closer and closer
i believe i can take you there
but remember that I AM EVIL.
When you bite your lip in silence
your body crying out to me
i am left with that persistence
that I AM GOOD, because I'M EVIL.
11:02 PM
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