segunda-feira, 26 de agosto de 2013

Skin


Your skin is fire that burns with me.

The tissue where I want to press my fingers.

When I close my eyes I still feel,

The thin surface of your body is what make us both sinners.



I wish I could make you my own personal fur,

To rip out your skin and dress you like a cat, purr.



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