

PoetryI want to write poetry on your skin. I want to sink my teeth into the ridge of your hip until there's a five-seven-five pattern there. I want to take pens and markers and razor blades and carve an epic into you, laving typos with my tongue. I want to claw sonnets on your back, fourteen lines of fingernail marks in perfect iambic pentameter. I want fingerprint-bruise-coupletsPoetry
on your forearms and red-half-moons of villanelle
on your inner thighs. I want you stretched out and tied to the bedposts like new paper, clean and begging for me to cover yo

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The Lord said "Ask and you shall recieve" ..terms and conditions apply..
There is no instinct like that of the heart. ~Lord Byron
If love is an apple the flesh is the sin.
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death is our only salvation.
-rAne-
my pooetry
my photography
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"Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; i will not budge for no man's pleasure."
-The Smooth Operator
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death is our only salvation.
-rAne-
my pooetry
my photography
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