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Dear Love,
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Love In missing you
I regurgitate acid memories
from delicious intimacies
causing a foul stench to
leave my mouth when I
talk about us
Sexual convulsions haunt
my dreams of you
in the middle of the night
causing me to hump my bed
in epileptic fits
until I stick to my wet sheets
Masturbation fantasies are
interrupted by undesired
but appreciated illusions
of the rides you gave me
causing
back arching
toe spreading
sweet Jesus
orgasms
Missing you seems to be
detrimental to my health
thoughts of you are
killing me softly
like telepathic homicide
to return to the
heavenly
hell
that rest in your bosom
would be outright suicide,
but how can I deny
that is
where I wish to die
in your bosom.
Been there, done that
got the 'T'-shirt on it
Nice write - and true to the point
Much Respect, One Love
One
DAMN!!!!! This was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hot!!!! I can't even say nothing else but damn! (You know that's like my favorite word, right?) DAMN! I can really feel you on this. RaiLa, this was good love...hope things work out for you...
it's amazing how at times we'd rather live in hel than embrace heaven. Sure hope you've chosen the latter
hello,
I must say that this was so real i could feel your
passion, emotion, desire, and . . .your pain.
In my opinion this was masterfully written. . . I understand
Prophetic Echo
Gail Clarke
spoken like I could feel it...