dreaming of anorexia and fame
waiting for the bath to run dry
we
close my mouth with your fingers
inside me
smelling of hazelnuts
your pants on the floor
shirtsleaves wrapped around her pillow
with her magic
feeling sexy today
with those eyes that shine orange in the sun
you like the music you hear
and you can't say no
waiting for your angels
who watch you
so busily
Friday, November 2, 2007
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