Monday, January 9, 2012
Cob webs
Why do I find my self pre-occupied with thoughts of having no thoughts worthy of gracing this page...I long for a muse; a healthy distraction to jolt my brain back into functionality. My cerebral cortex has been having a Rip Van Winkle moment for too long and it bothers me...I need a jump start...some one help.
Small death
Beautiful, simply beautiful the way your body quivers beneath me
Sound muted...no clemancy from pleasure mixed sweetly with pain
Skin flushed with ecstasy, shades of sensual euphoria
Eyes wide shut, taken in everything, seeing nothing
Involuntary utterances of a crescendo of profanity on the cusp of la petite la mort
Sound muted...no clemancy from pleasure mixed sweetly with pain
Skin flushed with ecstasy, shades of sensual euphoria
Eyes wide shut, taken in everything, seeing nothing
Involuntary utterances of a crescendo of profanity on the cusp of la petite la mort
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