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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2009.11.07.23.00.20320]] |
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The ceiling cracks and the bed creaks. I want to make love to you. I want to make you stir like sunset coals in a fire. Wallpaper peels--and the rain comes in. I want to taste your tongue, Taste the heat of your cinnamon flavored bubblegum. Moths eat the curtains and dusty roaches crawl. I want to be inside of you as you are inside of me. I want to make you fall. The closet light flickers and the ceiling fan stops. I want to wrestle with your soul until your sweaty body drops. It's 3 A.M. and I bite my lips, Does it make me wicked? |