thirsty
Current mood: horny
I never found it easier to distract myself with ideas of ill matters. Flipping through pages of books reading through stones to replace my own. Playing the countless songs on my six string to shadow the rythem my body really feels. You never fail me, with drowning kisses that flood me with your fetish. Those velvet fingers that steer me on to the detailed map of your body. I am stuck between two worlds.
One, where I live, work, read, drink, sing, and run...but mainly from the world I dream and yearn for. The other is the one where you posses my will and pleasure pushing where I sail to go, where I want to go...The place when I live, I live in you. The place where I work only to cast pleasure on your moments so you can shower a dead soul with reward. The world where all I read is the expression on your porcelien face and euphoric figure, telling the tale that never gets old. Tasting the very fruit that keeps me alive, the place where all I drink is you. The place whre the only songs we sing are sensual moans, and passionate cries for more, and more. It's simply the place I keep running to have you till my bones can't run no more. What you have done to me is simply said by my slack jaw and idle, sweaty limbs...I say no more because all I need to speak has been said by you, word for word, and thought for thought.
Hanz The King Of Pirates
