Thursday, February 7, 2013

February 6

I have feverish doubts
That your sincerity is applied only
To our sexuality
I ruffle and paint my feathers
But my skin is still virgin 
To your touch
I become the goddess of words
To sooth your appetite
And I drown blissfully
In all your talk of beauty
Stand full
Until you leave me empty
Lusting only for your body
I dread the imminent despair
When I learn I've been dreaming

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