COME HERE, SHOW ME, YES, FORKED, CAN WE
SPOON?
I WANT TO JUMP OVER THE MOON, BE YOUR
BEAM…
YOU SEDUCE SILENTLY, IN HUSHES….
YOUR SHADOW SLIDES BY, AND I FLUTTER,
CREEPING….
I DRANK YOUR NAME TODAY, SWALLOWED IT
WHOLE, SMELLED DEATH BETWEEN MY TEETH….
I RAISE MY FLESH JUST SO YOU CAN WONDER
UNDER, MAKING ME RIPPLE, GROW HORNS….
PLEASE, BE MY GUEST, RAM INTO ME,
CRACK ME OPEN, FREE, THE BEAST……
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. . .can you imagine?
During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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Bill
Very Nicely Done! I am happy I was able to inspire this one.
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My beastly….;)