the moment
if that's what you want to call it ...
is so fleeting that i barely remember what or if it is.
the time it takes to realize that the moments are gone is the moment it took
stangely but true, but this sound of birds and rain are so smoothing that i can almost feel her kiss.
just out of reach like a shadow in fog
misty moving melancholy mornings
my mouth melting
lips are the gentlest body part the tongue is always moist always in the mood always waiting just out of sight so kissing is the gentlest art the kindest art the most intimate act
the most human.
i put your lips to mine and all the words go away for that moment just watching from the inside. there will always be more words but kissing slows them down enought to keep us from hurting all the time.
hookers don't kiss
which is why hookers don't take the pain away. they take the urge not the pain.
a man doesn't know how to say "would you be my girlfriend for today" and even if he did she'd just say no.
women have the urge they have the pain but not the lust the pain needs kisses hugs and holding
the urge needs disembodiment
fingers vibrators hands motorcycles porn flicks
fucking .
the lust needs power
taking owning being more than man being god
the lust is the twisting of man and beast
the lust needs feeding
the lust is alive inside a man raw savage cruel
the part most men deny and lock inside.
the part that women never ever ever understand.
the part that always frightens and excites them rapists never kiss
they put their victims mouths in theirs to eat their screams nothing that could be called a kiss kissing is why people fall in love kissing is where love happens with the gentlest part. the part where
"i love you"
comes from the sweet soft
oh god so soft
feel of lips touching... parting.. my breath in you... your breath in me.. exchanging life
taking away the pain of being human
if that's what you want to call it ...
is so fleeting that i barely remember what or if it is.
the time it takes to realize that the moments are gone is the moment it took
stangely but true, but this sound of birds and rain are so smoothing that i can almost feel her kiss.
just out of reach like a shadow in fog
misty moving melancholy mornings
my mouth melting
lips are the gentlest body part the tongue is always moist always in the mood always waiting just out of sight so kissing is the gentlest art the kindest art the most intimate act
the most human.
i put your lips to mine and all the words go away for that moment just watching from the inside. there will always be more words but kissing slows them down enought to keep us from hurting all the time.
hookers don't kiss
which is why hookers don't take the pain away. they take the urge not the pain.
a man doesn't know how to say "would you be my girlfriend for today" and even if he did she'd just say no.
women have the urge they have the pain but not the lust the pain needs kisses hugs and holding
the urge needs disembodiment
fingers vibrators hands motorcycles porn flicks
fucking .
the lust needs power
taking owning being more than man being god
the lust is the twisting of man and beast
the lust needs feeding
the lust is alive inside a man raw savage cruel
the part most men deny and lock inside.
the part that women never ever ever understand.
the part that always frightens and excites them rapists never kiss
they put their victims mouths in theirs to eat their screams nothing that could be called a kiss kissing is why people fall in love kissing is where love happens with the gentlest part. the part where
"i love you"
comes from the sweet soft
oh god so soft
feel of lips touching... parting.. my breath in you... your breath in me.. exchanging life
taking away the pain of being human
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