Saturday, August 7, 2010

My body aches with need
Bones beg to be fed
Awaken please
Parts of me that play dead
It is more than just touch
But touch too
The kind that can pierce right through you


Make your essence shake and your body ache
Tremble with yearning
Instead of learning to suppress this 
I obsess it's 
All I can think of
But what is love without need?
Want without some level of pure greed?


My body is my instrument
My heart makes it play
But my head is intent
On getting in the way


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