love lust induced high.
Ive inhaled too much.
my mind sits with the caterpillar at the top.
I'm dying.
I'm dying because my skin is just ITCHING to be touched.
The need is so prevalent. What i'd do behind closed doors goes unsaid.
take it away, make out. send it to a far place and let it die.
blue blue blue.
wait for the time when it explodes, slow slow slow. slow down.
bite it all off, take it out and spit. give the notes more to play with.
take yourself out to lunch, make a meal out of it.
common? you've got more than that. don't you?
you aren't a fucking idiot. you've got it mapped out, the moves are within your own mind, you've known all along how to make it happen. just go for it.
get the gold.
10 years ago
