Ill: Kkc
LOVESICK
I will try to be as sickas possible this year !
Sick for love
mad
climbing up
those legs
with closed eyes
in sweet terror for the height
Off my head
by the scent of her
letting her deep under my skin
to pollute my heart
to indoctrinate my mind
twist my soul
till I am crawling
for more beyond this
More !
Oh, how I wish to be sick this year !
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2009-01-08 at 08:43
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