othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- gold! Sweet taste of you lick me again drive through the rain lemon-lipped labia drink scottish tea scotsman's valor, velour turgidity a hard towel, she sits in heat legs warm; eyes soft sweat glistening on her back she smiles she uses her wiles she likes the lies and the lyes she's harsh and pink anger in the sink bloodletting and scavenging ants sweater getting in my pants red lipstick, black take me, take me back in your crack of a back a squeal of a scream a back-breaking team ahead - a head green lips and pursed confusion old yeller and sammy hagar and her sweater tight over the bumps and her eyes wide upon her legs - glide astroturf wet lips conserve historical breaking of beds, temperament on tables; coldness in heads wanting aching needing bleeding dreading the day that she comes to the cold zipper on the school park bench in the fog on the night with no visibility and my back it aches and your breasts they taste and i want you more than ever and i want it i need it I love you and you hate this love in the pants and the heart and the ache-ego stalwart of fashion, red light in industrial society and your white coat is not hers, but i want it and i want to come to a room and a robe and nothing underneath, and you arrive and kiss me and say goodbye, and i feel so happy and light i could die. 1:42 a.m. - 2002-08-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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