4.04.2010

prosepiece - kiss

your kiss is like quicksand
can't pull back, get sucked in
creeps over my toes
between the cracks in my soul
fills me up, makes me whole
as it swallows, i know i will
slip in and sink
in this thick quick, no thinking
just doing, misusing
ENJOYING it's o o z i n g
devouring my legs, up my waist as i beg
there's no rest, no protest,
feel it's weight on my chest,
it submerges the rest,
so escapes my last breath,
to your lips as you coax it
no struggle, i submit
can't quit it
sticks to me, draws me in
then consumes me.

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