Sunday, October 29, 2006

Sex

Falling, falling on top of me,
You suck my lips dry,
While your skin clutches me,
My hands grab you,
Riding, riding high on high,
Your hair and breath stick to me,
we both die with a panting sigh.
Alone, alone- it's just us.
It's such a pity, pity
to say a kissing good bye.

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