Wednesday, July 22, 2009

like a smoke.


Just eat me, devour me in my entirety
I'm sick of giving piece by piece, be done with it
my lust for you makes me weak, although you are not my-you
your pale skin and the stinging of your lips are not all there is
except when i want a break from all for a moment, the sight of you
youthful,nasty, pretty you.
harmless pretty you.