This wonderful weakness,
like bones cast in cheap glue,
laggard and drowsy,
a strange, witch’s brew
of desire and longing,
a need so profound,
blood rushing, I’m hanging
when you come around;
this scramble of nerves,
like eggs hot in a pan,
scream I want you,
I need you.
Come, now.
Be my man.
~j~
laggard and drowsy,
a strange, witch’s brew
of desire and longing,
a need so profound,
blood rushing, I’m hanging
when you come around;
this scramble of nerves,
like eggs hot in a pan,
scream I want you,
I need you.
Come, now.
Be my man.
~j~
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