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i feel as though i can tell you everything, all of my truths, when i’ve spent my entire life lying to appear untouchable; but i want you to touch me. burn holes in my skin, boil my blood, make tropics of the tundras that suffocate the valves to my heart. tear at my thoughts with your canine teeth until all that’s left is a tempo, a rhythm, a pulse to know i’m breathing, and with no pretense they’ll be no deceiving. just this zen-like vibe to blare through the sky, and like Marshall stacks we’ll amplify, over the moon to rush the river rapids. knock the world out so it’s black all night while we fuck or fight. and when the morning comes to the scent of sweet spun sugar melting in the sun, with a black eye winking at the roses on a grave, i’m still so magnetically driven to caress you, undress you, possess you, bless you. a watercolor fat lip spilling over into life; quick fix. two seconds, a million times.
(Source: dear-lover)
