You,
Can make me a puppet.
You can make me dance
And moan
And shake
And cum literally at the tip of your finger
You make my entire body move with your finger
(and your eyes)
You can make me feel my matter condensing to a single point at the tip of your finger,
I imagine it is glowing.
And sometimes when you’re making love to me
(I’m sorry, I know you hate that phra...
Tuesday 18th November 2014 7:43 am
If you were the goddess reigning over us all
I would desperately, pathetically, devotedly
Drink the air you pumped into our atmosphere
I would dive in streams and love the trees
In an attempt to taste your essence.
In a thousand years I would wage wars in your name
Irrationally and unproductively
Because that’s not what you would ask
And it would not elevate me in your eyes...
Thursday 6th November 2014 5:31 am
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